Sit me in front of this beautiful fire
speak to me your poetry words
as we drink our glass of red
as the evening flows and our laughter explodes
your hand finds my hair as it travels my neck
and yes I cant wait another moment
as your lips touch mine
with one swoop you take me in your arms
across the rug....

The moment is at hand
you touch my face and your eyes
memorize mine, and I knew at that moment
I would be yours..
Yes darling this is my fantasy ...
the night you make me yours....

Our night you took my shoes off and read me your poetry..

Debbie Brooks 2014