Because It Snowed Once Is It Love

Because it snowed once is love in and out, it's up and down; It started there where I'm not any more; Hiding your face behind a closed window looking through the drapes that you opened; Not all of it to me was love, where you asked me to do those things those many things to you that caused me nothing but pleasure, just to hear your moans; With it love could be the very thing that you used to plug the leaking dyke by your using my head to figure it out; Down stairs walking up on the wooden floor using each step that you hear to judge how close I am to that rising fear; Love here in the deep south where each night becomes even more fluid when the low hanging fruit is even closer to me than it was the night before; If love was meant to be tasted and made even better with strong scented drink; And I tasted as I stated, you loved as I went and I meant was it love or that other; But was it love when you slept and I sleepy came back to your bed and covered your face in what now were your dreams; Wading knee deep in white powdered snow it just might be pearl's, I do not know.