By The Fire

By: Thomas Lynn Barnes

Firelit lips dance
Warm
Wine tossed tongues touch
Sparking
Cheeks blush
Smiles and giggles
Lovers embrace
Gently
Then passionately
Eyes touch
Deep, soft
Sweet
Lips again
touch seeking touch
Tingling, shivering
Struggle for love
Toil for passion
Rising higher
Higher
As one
Holding
Time stops
Joining
Rising...
The moment stands still
The pounding of hearts
Marking time
Like the ripples on a pond
spreading
Mingling
And returning
Again