The snow outside is still white.
Down falls the night.
Our room is the site.
Although perfect it is not yet quite.

Candles provide soft light.
Music makes the mood right.
A piece of poetry I cite.
You pour some champagne lite.

Our fantasy takes flight.
Soaring like a kite.
Your body is such a pretty sight.
Unexpectedly I take a bite!

You give a pretended fight.
But soon melt under my might.
Our merge gets ever more tight.
Until our climax reaches ultimate height.