Falling snow
Laying by a huge log fires light there's fresh snow falling right outside our door, where in the middle of the wilderness, alone who could ask for more
The fires crackling sending pretty shadows up on to the cabins wall, I watch our bodies shadows shape-shifting as together we both rise and fall
The heat inside is rising has our bodies begin to pick up speed, now I'm trying to control myself I'm desperate not to loose my hot and creamy seed
I don't want this evening to end our passions are burning bright, our bodies are now blended as one, as we make love throughout the night
The long sheepskin rug is so soft but it tickles on our sensitive skin, even in the throws of sexual tension i can't help myself but grin
The snow adds to our seclusion it's romantic with no one else around, laying in the cabins darkness our breathing and the crackling from the fire is the only sound
Nothing else matters tonight only the time we've got to share, these moments make sweet memories making these times so special and so rare
THE KINKY POET