Silent Night. . .

In the dead of the night he attempts his surprise Candlelight winks forming whispered pleas The midnight moon casts a hint of light Surreptitiously he beckons his love to his side Tears glint in her starry eyes tonight His hand brushes past her flushed cheeks She coyly tilts her head to one side The sigh that escapes her suggests consent Carefully he frees her hair so soft Relishing the moment both so dearly want Shyly she accedes, yet hesitant at first Until desire burns with longing and thirst In the dead of the night he attempted his surprise Candlelight winked forming whispered pleas . . .