The table is set, the music is playing
The candles are lit, my body is swaying,
The food is all cooked, the wine has a chill
I stand and I wait, for you are my thrill.
The night is so cold, the atmosphere warm
How static the air just prior to a storm,
Your arms round my waist as you hold me tight
You whisper sweet nothings for me tonight.
The thrill of the kiss as heavens are torn,
Ecstatic the touch as spirits are borne
To ride through the storm together as one,
Subside with a sigh and wake with the sun.
Filtering light through the curtains of lace
Kiss moistest of lips on your smiling face.



sensual and sweet - I love it!








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