Icy chills and fog breath skies,
on this cold, winter night.
I want to bask in the fireplace warmth of your embrace,
and dream of brighter, warmer days.
The winds are blowing something fierce outside,
so everyone runs in and hides,
with hot chocolate mugs filled to the top,
covered in sticky, melting marshmallow drops.
On cold, winter nights like this,
Its no wonder I'm in perfect bliss.
They wrap their selves in soft, warm, blanket fuzz,
I wrap myself in your sweet love.
© 2011 Nikki Wicked