In the woods a winter wind whistled;

Across the snowy log cabin,

The fireplace crackled against the silent night.

While in front of frosted windows;

Sat three candles dancing,

Filling our room with its sweet scent.
 

And on our bed we lay together;

My head nestled under your chin,

Feeling your heart beat against mine.

Watching as your chest rises and falls;

No place I'd rather be,

Than under these sheets with you.

Your hand glides through my hair;

Brushing it behind my ear,

Then trails off softly down my neck.

Closing my eyes I purr;

Then blushing wildly once more,

At memories of nights before.
 

Our bodies entwined;

Our thighs interlaced,

Your embrace always so addictive.

My trembling lips fall upon yours;

One gentle kiss - a falsehood of innocence,

That old lie we tell to feel more civilized.
 

An ear to nibble;

A filthy idea to whisper,

A giggle and a moan.
 

Slowly you prowl;

Down my body,

Leaving trials of your ruby lipstick.

A kiss here;

Then a lick there,

And a pinch to awaken our hidden appetite.

Louder I moan with each caress;

Always wanting... Wait no... Not wanting,

But needing more... Yes, demanding more.
 

How that fire must have blushed and cowed;

With every touch now, our flames of lust were fanned,

No longer a mere flicker but an inferno raging.

Sweet words of love and romance;

Spoken truly without guile, now lost,

Replaced with the more carnal desires.

I claw at the sheets and curl my toes;

Gasping for air that never seems to come,

While you find your home between my legs.
 

My aching lips become a stage;

For the ballerina that dances with devilish poise,

She claims her prize through each kiss and lick.

O' thou torturous tongue;

How long will you toy,

Till relief and sanity restored.
 

Beneath your tongue my body whimpers;

Crying out for mercy and respite,

Yet my groans betray their plea and sing their own familiar song.
 

My fingers grip your hair;

Pulling you in, my legs shiver with applaud,

Desperate for one more encore.

With worthless shame cast aside;

I arch my back and scream your name.

Then a second tongue is felt...