Every morning just can not be the same in my life. This cold winter day was filled with icicles hanging from trees. Quietness throughout the field covered in snow. I thought of him and I once again playing like kids in the snow,throwing snow balls and making snow angels. But, most of all I thought of how he kissed me so innocent for the first time. I felt the passion climbing up inside me. I felt the snow begin to melt from my heat of passion with him.Nightwalker .
