Fires Rage

Beauty rest with the stars  
a perfect night to behold  
 
longing eyes lock  
over two shots  
of Chopin chilled  
 
one teasingly taste  
and lips are licked  
as tongues penetrate deep  
 
we curl into the reckless  
taking no for an answer  
when the clocks hit midnight  
 
I gently hum to her  
as our sins are shrewn  
across the floor  
 
our heat melting the chilled air  
as fires hypnotically rage
into the dawn