Christmas Fantasy

The snow is falling it is cold outside,
The fire roars and crackles.
We sit and warm our love starved bodies,
our clothing we shall tackle.
Buttons fly and cloth ripped to shreads.
The pillows are thrown,
Sheets pulled from the bed.

Bodies entwined in an erotic dance for two.
for as you lust after me, my feelings are the same for you.

In the distance the lights of the tree twinkle
The tinsel and ornaments sparkle.
It truly is a Christmas fantasy
when we are together embraced in ecstasy.

Tis the end of my little sonet
Of love gone wild and bodies
sheer abandonment.