Sweet sensations on a cold winter night.
Filled with passion and desire by candlelight.
Music playing softly to a romantic tune.
Light filled their eyes from the florescent moon.
A touch, a whisper so soft and sweet.
A love so deep, it was meant to be.
With the beat of each heart was pure love,
as feelings embarked.
Carefully, he put his hands upon her breast,
as she rested her head upon his chest.
Gently, he kissed her tender lips,
and put his hands around her hips.
They were as one as the music played a romantic tune.
Light shadowed their eyes from the florescent moon.
The elation of pleasure they felt indeed,
and the gratification of each one's needs.
The desires of their hearts so pure and right,
what sweet sensations on a cold winter night.
ML Hudson
