Winter Snow

I have peace tonight. My world is complete. The great panes of glass  Are frosty with snow As it silently falls outside. The night provides a Perfect crispy black backdrop. Inside the fire crackles and Sings it's song. The orange and red glow Lights the room Softly enough to cast shadows  That dance off the wooden walls. The hot cocoa steams in mugs On the table,  Releasing a sweet aroma That reminds me of childhood  Giggles over marshmallows  And chocolate chips. The true beauty in the room though, Is you. Sexy in flannel pajama bottoms. Broad shoulders stretch a jersey shirt. Hemingway, of course, in your lap. When you notice my admiring eyes A smile forms on perfect lips. A twinkle in those darling eyes. For myself it's McCammon. My toes wiggle under your thighs To let you know I see that smile, That knowing look in those eyes. Alas, our evening is still young. We haven't enjoyed our cocoa, Finished reading yet. And there is more  Winter snow yet to fall.