Lovers Rendezvous. (PART ONE)

On a wintry cold moonlit night, on a island on a lake, stands a log cabin
were lovers meet and some moments of time need steal in order to be close.
A log fire cracks and blazes and its flames dances and the glow lights up the room.
and in front of the fire is a fur rug, so soft against bare skin, beside it on the
floor sits a bucket of ice, champagne within to chill, two glasses and the scene is set,
the rendezvous is made.

On that rug a figure rests, stretched out so long and slender, with sculptured curves from the tip of her toes, to the top of her head, and in between ,a vision, a dream.
for this night she waits for her lover to arrive, but its getting late and her eyelids flicker and she tries to keep awake but her eyelids win and closes her eyes and soon to sleep surrenders.

You feel a gentle hand upon your face and brushes the hair from your eyes, you feel my lips searching for yours, and eagerly respond, tasting and you let out little sighs and the flames they dance in the fire and the glow lights up the room
From the touch of you face, I run my hand down to the small of your back, and pull you closer to me, I kiss your neck and nibble and bite as my lips move down further, on your naked breast
I lick and suck and draw little circles with my tongue. and the flames they dance in the fire and the glow lights up the room
and still I move down further, I draw a trail to your beautiful navel and this I have to kiss and I fell your hands one on each shoulder and they push me down further, and the flames they dance in the fire and the glow lights up the room.

shall I stop , i hope I didn’t make you blush, no I retract that,a beautiful woman should always be made to blush a little. I dont mean that in a bad way,for you sometimes forget just how beautiful you really are.
and the powers that you evoke.