It's winter in the city; the night air is crisp yet damp with 

 moisture as the fog begins to roll in off the coast. 

The red and yellow lights from the theater marquee are reflecting 

upon the wet dark concrete of the street. As the crowd works its 

way out of the lobby; you turn towards me, we make eye contact, 

and I smile as you slide my cold hand into your inviting palm as 

we exit the theater doors.

I softly kiss your ear and ask "shall we get a taxi?" 

You hold me in your arms keeping me cozy as we anxiously wait. 

'California Dreaming' is on the radio as the cab heads to the 

hotel. Even though the night is cold, the anticipation of what's 

in store keeps us warm. We quietly sit together, your hand gently 

rubbing my inner thigh. Our moist lips find each other in a 

tender kiss. The cab drops us off. 

We hurry to enter the room you take me in your arms and we 

kiss feverishly. Rocking back and forth our lips glide against

 one another; you can taste the sweetness of my lips. 

You slide your hand down the curve of my hip; our breath 

becomes a little deeper as our bodies become one. 

You feel welcoming and filled with an eagerness that is contagious. 

Our eyes meet and we smile. I kiss your earlobe and ask, 

"Shall we take a warm bath?" I begin to unbutton my shirt...