My Most Erotic Fantasy
by LateNiteFantasy©
My most erotic fantasy is
being with you in a little
cabin, in mountains in
winter, cold and snowy
with no wind, but nice
gray clouds, covering us
like a fuzzy blanket, and
a crackling fire made
from last summer's wood:
which still has moisture
in it, and snaps and pops,
throwing sparks. Sometimes
the sounds startle you,
and I look over at you, while
you are crocheting, or perhaps
working a crossword puzzle
and you meet my gaze, and
smile. I may not smile back,
but I'm grateful, in the silence
of a fiercely frigid, muted day, for
two things: one, you don't
ask me why I am not doing something
productive; and two, you don't
say anything at all.