Here we are now inside, out of the cold
The food’s eaten, and we’re just about done
It’s nearly time to cuddle and to hold
It’s nearly time to have ourselves some fun
We’re feeling like we’ve got lucky and won
That back massage is going down so well
Stroking my hair and chest, tickling my tum
It’s all good, like being under a spell
Like finding that perfectly shaped white shell
Or finding a real bargain that’s not sold
It doesn’t matter if there is no sun
The rain and wind and cold can go to hell
It’s better than imagination told
It’s something our memory can grasp upon
Sat 25 Oct 2008
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