Romantic Evening Poem by Phil Smith

Fingers running through her hair
Gentle kisses on her neck
Massaging her tired shoulders
A gentle groan - I hit the spot
The fire crackles, three logs burning
On this cold wet winter's night
A plush sheep skin sets the scene
Bach supplies a gentle ambiance
Candles flicker romantic lights
The passion stakes are high tonight

Another bottle of red and
The massage travelled downwards
Clothes get in love's way
They gently float to the floor
One bra strap follows the other
Falling 'C' cups reveal their treasures
Hands on her welcoming breasts
Followed closely by a hungry tongue
Sensations went through her body
As she reached out for his belt
Each naked body enjoying the other
In the fire's soft warm light

The odour of love consummated
Filled the air late into the night
Two sweaty bodies lay panting
Entwined together - body and soul
The glowing embers shone dimly
Candles melted away
Spending our lives together
Was the vow made that night