it must have been the beverage
or the delicious food
of our romance on feb. 14
that confused me
or perhaps i was just
distracted with excitement
having you visit me at
one state street
but as i was glancing
at your hips that were straddling me
and while i was rubbing your thigh
through the jeans you were wearing
you said 'nice fire'
i looked to your smile
only to see you were
looking at the fire place
that was also throwing out heat
Very strategic metaphor within this poem!
Starward