Snowy Scotland;
I float o’ high over veil and hills, to see a pondering cloud being to burst, and flurry.
The white sheet t’was falling from it, as it sat on the hill.
It came, and went, in such a hurry.
The sheet had sat upon the floor, o’er it sat, at will.

The sheet, coated, filled and flat on the hill side floor, as the cloud t’would fade,
The manner house, under a lair of snow, sat upon the hills.
Little tiny footprints I did made,
Soon disappears as the snow falls, and fills.

Here, the snow causes mirages to come, not like the blistering sun, in the desert, in the heat,
Here I see my love, her face a flurry, and flushed and blushed in the cold.
Here she sits, wiggling her toes, from the snow covering her feet,
As then she came, went from the trees that told.

Told me such things, from the whispering wind, that came through the curtains drawn,
When a tiny snowflake perches ‘pon my nose.
It’s as special, it as unique, as her face, when she sees the winter’s first fawn,
The tiny snowflake fades as fast from my nose.

Just like the mirage, it comes and goes, but I never let the face fade,
The red flush across her face, as her hand intertwines with mine.
The cold I muster, the snow I bare, and trade,
Just for a kiss, for our tongue’s to intertwine
T’was the last days of winter, although you would never know,
Not here in the concrete moors of the hills, in the shadow of the peak.
As another flush and flurry of white snow,
Fall’s, onto the heat on my cheek.

T’was her kiss that caused it, t’was only this,
From the white blanket, crushing weight, on the shoulders I bare.
Never the less it was her kiss,
Gives me the strength to carry on, and to care.

Care for nature as it crosses me by, as the forests dance to and fro’s,
The crinkling crushing of my paws in the snow,
The storm gets worse; it’s brittle on my bones,
Like William Bruce (1), who concurred it all for all I know.

My love waits for me, as my feet prints never stay, not a moment longer, as I go on.
The music of Calvin Harris (2), blasting out my Beats (3) ©
As I go on!
The crunching crushing, of breaking ice with my feet’s.

My love waits for me, at the end of the meanders,
The river, never still, now does not move.
The forest ever quiet, never seeing, is gifted and ganders,
The moment of when I see her, my love.

That gives me strength to carry on; it gives me hope, in the endless rush
Beating around the bush,
From the pine valleys, harsh,
Finally out of the vast thrush.

Now the windy moors, these which take the lives, but I see her there,
Beyond the horizon, waiting for me, waving to me, with a white smile,
Her teeth as white as the snow, that I cross, and weather,
She is waiting; it’s all I see, her smile.

Which on the moor’s men would say is like the Styx (4)
The first clatter of my boots, in the peat, the bog is rough.
Everything tells me to go on and forget my may betwixt
I at every step I take it tough.

As tough as the concrete floor, of snow, that has formed here.
Boots lost, but I still carry on, the floor, is sinking still.
The wind breaks, in gusts, that swift and swirl from over there,
The love I have carries me on and I never will.

Give up! Or break, I love her for fuck sake.
I curse at the wind that teases me.
It sings and whispers things of fake,
Just to make me give, in, and for she

She carries me on, the light at the endless storm.
The one I need to carry on.
Our paws touch, and through it all I touch her form.
Our lips meet, and I am gone.

Gone to heaven, this moment of bliss,
It’s all worth it.
Just for her touch, and her kiss.
Her sweet saliva, I lit.

Lit up my life, lit up my world,
Finding love in a hopeless place, Is the song I heard.
With this touch, my tail curled,
My heart soared, at all I heard.

Now was her voice, her soft sweet groan.
I felt my masculinity grow.
I felt it springing and start to moan.
I felt it hanging low.

Her paws in mine, our tongues did not stop.
I felt my love for her, I felt the snow melt and spend,
Spent itself on the floor, little puddles on top.
But all for her, t’was why I was here, and in the end.
I found love, in this hopeless place!
*Notes
1. William Bruce (1867–1921) Antarctica, first to widely explore the Weddell Sea.

2. Calvin Harris: Famous DJ musician born in Scotland in 1984

3. Beats: Is a popular headphone company, sponsored by Dr. Dre in 2009

4. Styx: River in Greek mythology that formed the boundary between Earth and the Underworld (often called Hades which is also the name of this domain's ruler).


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