Flickering and fanciful,
the shadow of a flame touches your face on
a cold and quiet Saturday evening in paradise.
Flickering once more in the fire, it unfolds the prayer of a love desired.

With warmth and wondering my eyes steal upon you in
a bed made just as much for lingering as for loving.
I linger over every part of your body,
every part of your mind and the way you work causing delicious chaos inside.

Night times last forever and yet it’s never long enough for
me to make you understand.
I would wrap you in the warmest coat to shield you from the cold,
and keep you wrapped in love until we’re passed, and past all memory of being old.