Vanilla and patchouli serenade my mind
My eyes close tight at the dream now
Floating in my head.
Wine dances on my tongue in
Streams of pure delight
As the laughter of your kiss lingers
On my parched lips

My head thrown back I sink deep down
Into arms that once held me tight
In a memory

The crackle of the open fire
Speaks of passion
And I remember how we laid bare
Our inhibitions
Ah memories on this cold fine night
Until the morrow when
A memory can become whole