(c) December 5, 1997
Sitting here
Beside a fire
That's crackling
With cedar goodness,
I marvel
At my fortune.
All good, since I met Ray.
Here in our home
We bask in scents
Of evergreen and holly,
Of pasta and oregano,
Scents I've learned to love
Since loving Ray.
I snuggle down
In a corner
Of our couch,
Wearing the sweater
Ray loves so much.
He loves me in it.
He loves me *out* of it.
"Don't ever, *ever*
Get rid of that sweater.
I don't care
If it unravels,
I *like* the whiteness
Against your skin."
He first saw me wear it
In my father's cabin
When he left his sickbed
To save my life.
I will never
Let it go...
Or him.
Snow falls softly
Outside our window,
My Northern blood
Joyously singing.
He sits close by
In his favorite chair,
Softly dozing,
Safe and happy,
With Dief at his feet.
(I swear, that wolf
Thinks *Ray's* his master).
We're quite domestic
A little family
All our own.
One green eye
Suddenly stares at me
Across the room,
A lazy tongue
Running across
Lush lips.
I blush, not from
The fire's heat
But from the fire
He kindles within me.
Slowly, silkily,
He slides over
To sit beside me
On the couch.
His tongue is claiming
My willing mouth.
Goddess, thank You!
Your blessings
Rain down upon me
Like a snow's soft fall.
He's pushing deeper
And I am opening
Myself to take him in,
An old dance for us,
But one that's never
Boring.
His hands slide up
Beneath my sweater,
My ribs trembling
As his fingers
Lightly stroke.
Ah, my nipples
Flower for him
As I am lowered
To the cushions.
The smell of evergreen
From our tree,
Draped in precious
Silver and gold
Fills my senses
As it mingles
With Ray's fresh scent...
Ah, perfection.
In this time of gifts
I have the most
Perfect one
Wrapped around me.
He pulls my bow
And I open
Just for him.
Then he is deep
Within me, hot and hard
While I open wider
And we groan
In fevered passion,
Our souls as one.
Blessed Yule.