That ruby-red rife with rich satisfaction
Know they not their mark tonight
Cold hand upon hand as she lures herself to his trap
Entangled in a web she herself could not weave
The fresh snow breaks beneath surreptitious steps
Lamp posts buried in winter’s debris light the frozen path
Heaving hearts struggle to hide cascading intentions,
Watching dark clouds fill spacious skies as Christmas Eve encroaches
Broaching the door, drunken honesty’s bitter sting let’s loose
Echoing “If I don’t say this now…” as trespassing limbs begin their conquest
The pheromone of inebriation stifled only by bad cologne and burnt-out cigarettes
Between hard floor and harder hips, virtue has lost its meaning
Bringing to view the reason forbidden moments are worth living
The campaign to end broken promises lost once more,
She writhes in the shallow shrill of carnal victory