By the Fire

Trapped.

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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