Sunday, February 22, 2015

By the Fire

No where to go.
No escape from the icy cold.
The wind howls and growls,
I am here in the warmth of your arms.
Keeping me safe by the fire.
Till we retire;
Under cozy blankets.
So let the storm rage! 
Let the clouds cage the sun.
For I am here safe and warm
Away from harm.
With a sweet drink of your lips
And your hands around my hips.
We can lay 
Till the next day. 


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