Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

The snow is settling softly,
there's a log upon the fire,
the night is all around us 
and we're shaking with desire.

The room is spinning slowly,
there's a candle on the shelf,
it flickers o'er your body
and I can't control myself.

Hunger overcomes us
as we play the lovers' role,
grasping, clutching, screaming
'til we reach the lovers' goal.

Spent, exhausted, then we lie
locked in each others arms,
I gaze into your soft brown eyes,
so grateful for your charms!