By The Fireplace

We laid by the fireplace
on a comforter of love.
Watched while the flames
flickered and shoved.

Pushed closer to passion
lit up the flames of lust.
Peeled off scars of yesterday
to renewed ways of trust.

Something 'bout the heat
the brilliance of the fire.
Enlightened flicks of flames
seemed to warm our desires.

With each crackling spark
like a jolt from your hips
told of a need we share
a taste of puckered lips.

That lovely array
fit us like a glove.
Laying by the fireplace
on a comforter of love.

Del Cano 2005 January