the door bell rings
and
she shows up in a longblack coat
at the door.
it's cold out
snowing.
the wind is blowing her long
hair
around her shoulders.
she stamps her heels,
shakes the snow from her hair,
and slowly unbuttons
what she wore,
leaving little to the imagination.
merry christmas
she says
may i come in.
to which i say, sure.
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