Standing on the threshold,

I have to admit

Your home looks so inviting.

That bluesy guitar

Goes straight to my soul,

And the wind outside,

It is biting!

You dispose of my coat

And draw me inside,

You pour me a glass of wine,

And as you carefully

Pass it to me

Our fingers intertwine.

 

Your lighting is low and seductive,

Log flames crackle in the hearth.

I answer your suggestion coquettishly,

You give a low and throaty laugh.

 

Your outrageous offers

Are delightful,

You shoot me yet another.

Could an objection

Have come to my lips,

Your kisses now

Would smother.

As you gather me ever closer

And kiss me deeply and long,

I know I am utterly lost

Inside your arms so strong.

 

We sink down into the hearth rug,

So luxuriously soft.

Your eyes burn into mine

As you lift my dress aloft.

Words of love you whisper,

Your voice sounds so sincere.

I am happy to surrender,

So glad that I am here….