HEAT ON A COLD NIGHT

MR.
Winter has snuck
up quickly on us.
The furnace was not
lit for the sudden arrival.
BUT
we grasped the opportunity
to crawl under the covers
with our naked bodies pressed into
a heated oneness.
HOT
kisses, roaming hands,
and sharing  inspired poems
in soft suggestive stanzas
in each other's ears turned
the temperature higher.
THE
heat on this cold night
created a world aglow with
heat and boiling passion.
We whispered to each other:
"Let it snow...please all night."
TONIGHT
the Kissing Place will be our
lodge of passion.
OKAY?