On February Nights

here in the chilly evening
as the setting sun
sets fire to a tableau
of frozen sky and rippling waves
I take your hand in mine
we go inside

as I undress you
my eyes dance across your skin
a prelude to fingertips and lips
your lips and mine
meet and part
repeat and again
tasting tenderness

excitement keeping somnolence at bay
the smell of your hair
as you whimper in my ear
an invitation
a demand
as endorphins course through our veins
need and desire
lust and maybe love

but your smooth skin
and my tired, worn out heart
meet in a place of delight
this is what it's all about