Come to Our Senses

A fireside whisper,
A blanket for words,
Between the wood crackling,
Our kisses are heard.

Your fingertips meet me,
Like passionate rain,
We sigh cheek to cheek,
As bodies we gain.

Now share your scent swiftly,
So by morning light,
Your fragrance permits me,
To savour this night.

And look past my eyelids,
To see how I melt,
Your vision is silent,
And softer than felt.

No! Softer than velvet,
And purer than wine,
But what does that matter,
As we elude time.