The moon enters softly

And graces the room

The fire comes to life

With contented pops

And hissing plumes

In half slumber

We gaze 

At glowing red embers

And in silence

Count blessings

For this warm cozy chamber 

Alone at last

We smile

With sighs and soft whispers

The night's still ahead

An eternity

A  thousand new chances

To caress and surrender

Festina lente, my love

While this moment yet lingers

Your curves

Our limbs

Entwine

Make haste slowly

Though tonight's just a dream

We will always remember