we tiptoe to your door,
making little footprints in the snow,
while icicles smile on the roof above us.
we wrap ourselves up in blankets
as we watch Pulp Fiction,
our bodies inches from each other
in the dim glow of your christmas lights.
as I rest my head against your shoulder,
feeling your body's warmth against my cheek.
Our hearts thump in rhythmic aniticaption
sweat from our palms covers the blankets
and butterflies circle high above us.
We can't ignore the magnetism of our attraction
pulling our souls together.
it's force field filled with love,
with us glancing longingly at each other
while pretending to watch the movie.
sweet passion thoughts of red
murmur to us softly
as our heart magnets pull us closer
igniting the fire within us
as our lips meet
in a breathtaking kiss--


©1999 Erin D. Conroy.
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