As we sit in front of the fire place,
Listening to the sweet crackles of the fire,
Her fingers touch my hands,
A chill rolls down my spine,
Sparking a passion i never knew existed,
As I kissed her hands,
I glared into those beautiful eyes,
How I longed to caress and feel her touch,
To unleash my burning desire,
To know her better than she knows herself,
Her sweet whispers filled the air,
Beconing my name,
I grasped her fragile body,
Ignitting an eroticism in her I had never seen,
As the heaving of her breast became more erratic,
Her tender body pressed against mine,
I kissed those voluptuous lips,
Slowly I slided my hands down her back,
And in the tear drop of the moment,
It ended as lovely as it began...
