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The Fireplace

Running in to escape the cold

                        laughing as the door closed

                                    arms wrapped 'round to warm their chills

Wood was gathered and lit...

                         a small flame brought to life

                                                      a dim light into the room

Holding each other in front of the fire      

                  he tenderly kissed her cheek

                                    touched her breast

Naked they now moved to...

                  the tempo of the flames

                        their passion fed the fire



The roar of their moans...

                              the roar of the fire...

                                                      passionate desire...
 
                  
Written by Stanhoven
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Author's Note
As the snow comes down thought about a fire place burning to keep warm
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