Power Outage
Softly she sips
through blood red lips
Steam rises from the cup
fading into the air
There's a glow in her eye
from the candle by her side,
my thoughts drift to fantasy,
from her beauty beyond compare
Outside the winter wind blows
the fireplace fights off the cold,
the old radio plays a tune
I take her hand in mine
Her skin so soft and smooth
to a slow song we start to move,
this passionate embrace
a moment frozen in time
Ravel's slow build sets the tone,
passion rises with gentle moans,
warm breath dances through the flutes,
hips swivel to the drums steady beat
Thick socks on a hardwood floor,
wind pounding at the front door
Her silken gown flowing as she
glides with resplendence and ease
A smile illuminates her face,
my heartbeat quickens in pace,
mind fills with anticipation,
cymbals crash in the crescendo of the song
We look in each other's eyes
seen only by the candlelight,
leaning in for the kiss,
and suddenly.....
the lights come back on
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