Cold winters night,
Frosted window pane,
Icecicles hang from the old oak outside,
The stark beauty of new fallen snow,

Turning slowly from the window,
A roaring fireplace,
The warmth is enticing,
Drawing them nearer,

Dimly lite room,
The only soft light,
Leaps from the dancing flames,
Casts flickering shadows on the walls,

Laying before the fire,
They gaze into each others eyes,
The fire light blazes there,
Or are they the flames of passion,

No time for questions,
Only time for love,
He gently strokes her hair,
A loving smile crosses his features,

Her hand reaches out to touch his chest,
Feeling his heart beat in her palm,
A tender kiss,
A delicate caress,

She is his,
And he is hers,
Bodies and spirits,
Making love in the dark,

The cool feel of her hands on his skin,
The heat of the fire on his back,
Passion spurs them on,
To the peak of ecstacy,

Time and time again,
Until the fall into each other arms,
Exhausted yet fullfilled,
Slowly they are wrapped in gentle sleep,

Inside,
Fiery shadows dance on pale walls,
And outside,
It begins to snow....

R.E.G. 8/21/91