Aine Carroll - Home

You remind me of winter nights
Cold snow crunching under foot.
My breath fogging in the air.
The cold crisp smell of pine.

The feel of you all soft and downy.
Your nose tucked under and your breathing loud.
And then I rub you on the head
You purr and make me smile.

Aine Carroll

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