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.

It’s Christmas time again,and my only wish is that you will wake up to yourself,take your self right off the shelf and taste the magic in the air. I wrapped my wayward wishes in a bow,breaking through your barriers and standing, solitary,snow, snug around my shoulders,hands held out with my heart inside,waiting for you to…