Warming place

Chill me to the bone

Breath fire on my neck instead

And fill an ocean of desire

With a boiling pot of rosey red

And in sharing share

And in warming heat

As only these two hearts can beat

Neath hearth above as with heated leather seats

For you warm to me

As if no other friction felt

Like sand paper could scrape no more

But a match here would strike it in its place

For you are my warmth

And now my waming place

Like a fire strategically placed

You glow and crackle round me

And I love it

Saria