We sit in front of the fire

We sit in front of the fire
(sergei@ptd.net Sergei Polischouk 11/23/1996)

We sit in front of the fire
Watching colors of res and blues and yellow
I am burning inside of desire
Your arms are wrapped around my waist as you sit behind me…

Your head on my shoulder, I feel your breath…
My hand is touching your soft, left breast
I am kissing you with hunger and with fire
Your body aches with sweet desire

I can’t control my passion anymore
To have you all for me, that’s what I want
As we feel the longing grow
The longing that brings promises of…

As we hear the river flow
As we hear the waves go by
I am yours and your are mine
The fire that burns in front of us…is now inside if us…

My fingers are slowly goes down your soft warm back
Your eyes are closed to feel the touch…
Angelic smile upon your face…
You are like honey and your sweetness I can taste

And as you turn to face me…
I touch your lips with mine…
I taste your sweetness now…
The taste of fine aged wine…

You turn your head up as I kiss your soft neck
Your nipple is cold and is pushing my chick
Your body is shaking and ready to let go
So take me now and quench the glow…

I will shake you
I will roll you
I will be with you all night
As you look at the burning fire light

And when the morning comes…
The embers are still burning…
And firewood still red, and sun still bright and shine
It’s time to rest and dream again…