It's cold outside,
The wind hurling,
Crying out in pain,
I'm waiting,
Just for you,
Below this mistletoe,
in front of this fire,
Beneath our favourite room,
Come home to me,
because I need you,
and it's cold outside,
and I can't seem to
get warm despite the
flaming fire. Come home.
Please. Don't leave
me.

Ragged,
Your breath
intermingling
with mine,
Lips barely touching,
sparks flying between
us, inching closer,
fingers touching
just barely,
awaiting
that desperate
tension,
Hot breath
on my neck,
Shivers on my spine,
goosebumps on my neck
Heat on my cheeks
I  hide my smile,
We kiss, gently,
laughter in our
throats, bliss in
our minds,
ecstasy on our
tongues,
we dance.

On that cloud, I
float, feeling that
marvellous fluff
of cotton candy tickle
my cheek like any
child would remember,

On that cloud I watch
the changing moon
shine swiftly from
night to night, two
faced as always,
staring upon thy
glistening body with
fascination.

On that cloud I
watch thy wings,
swimming in the sky
like any pegasus would
hope, alas,
to me, as I stare upon
you from the Rosen
skies, imperfections
seem nonexistent,
and I dream as any
adolescent would~~

I must, however,
release my bow
and watch your eyes
sparkle with love
towards another.
To love is my job,
to be loved, is my sin.