a blanket for two in naked embrace
heat of desire aside the fire place
no TV, no books, just a candle lit
whispers of love with grinding of hips
Tho storm and chill take hold outside
Warmed in desire she taken legs wide
No flames crackle needed to fill the air
moans of lust sounds tell of lovers there
Passion no longer so soft or sweet
Pushing hard, toes curling on feet
Gripping of fingers, lovers joined as one
one last thrust met, as both of them cum