She Is My Warmth

She moves with such grace and earthly feet
Treasured be the heart my sweet
Beside the fire she enticed
And caressed my body with bits of ice
I found it be so very nice

Full scape be the pages burn
And I have felt my feelings churn
She touched my soul like gentle rain
And then I watched, as she reached out for a glass of champagne

Her body glistened in the light
As we held each other throughout the night
And bathed within our pure delights

Never had I seen such a heavenly sight
Beneath the stars that burned so bright
And as we watched the candle burn
I watched her smile as she turned

And I kissed her on her tender lips
Beside the candle as it dripped
For she is women, and to no other name
She is my warmth beside the flame

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