LOVE BY A FIRE

We have been walking  
in the winter air,  
hand-holding, talking,  
as snow coats ground bare.  

One small cosy room,  
one burning log fire  
whose flames scatter gloom  
and warm our desire.  
 
There's something sexy  
about naked flame  
in proximity  
to both's naked frame.  
 
The wine that we drank  
adds its warmth to blood,  
making our talk frank  
when sat a deux, nudd.  
 
Into each other  
our bodies side lean;  
the Loved and Lover  
have hands touching, keen.  
 
Hands slide on torsos  
and limbs down and up;  
we kiss, heads to toes,  
and wobbly bits cup.  
 
Our bodies tingle,  
we're more than flesh, bones.  
Urge grows to mingle  
two erotic zones.  
 
Full with excitement,  
one on one we slide,  
Your wet enticement  
lures my size inside.  
 
Like the on-shore seals,  
on the rug we writhe;  
with breaths, moans and squeals  
our love burns alive.  
 
This lovemaking lark  
ends when we've both come -  
before a fire spark  
lands on a bare bum!