On a wild winters day we decide to stay in.
The open fire roaring, flames dancing in
An embrace of lust.
Mesmerise as they twist and entwine.
The soft crackle of logs fills the
Rain splashes against the windows.
As the afternoon hides behind shades of grey.
We sit together on the couch clothed
but for our bare feet tucked under
Facing each other your smile lights up
I get up and pour another white wine,
It's the one we got last weekend
that daytrip to the wineries.
How the Sun shone through you hair that day,
that naughty twinkle you had as we stopped
at the bed and breakfast.
Instead of heading home, the passionate love
we made for hours.
I watch as you get up and flick through the
cd's, finding one you put it on and leave the
sound just right.
As you return to the couch I hand you your
wine and we kiss before you sit beside me.
Damien Rice flows through the room.
I close my eyes and dream,
Too content for sex and to relaxed to move.
I open my eyes as you have reclined back,
bare feet now in my lap.
outside the Sunday afternoon has darkened,
the rain now heavier.
There is nothing more romantic
than the sounds of rain on a tin roof.