Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

You’ve closed the door,
literally and figuratively.
There’s no going back now,
no running away,
just a raging fireplace,
and the calm commotion of the snowfall outside.

Trapped and tempted,
tangled up in the thrill of your chase,
languishing in luscious lace,
before the fireplace,
your hands claim my waist,
and our shadows dance by the window.

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