Easily they move
Despite the heat,
Yet mindful cool
Of body bare,
In errant dual
Fixed in a snare
On silken sheets,
Perpetuate
More hungrily
Nearing the peak,
Of paroxysm state
In soaring flight,
Now can but taste
Rapture’s delight,
In ultimate body heat!
a celebration of life
Poetry on a canapé 
A poem to be read by minus twenty ! Very good indeed.
Initiated in the summer, for winter’s climatic demands indeed, though with little adjustment adaptable for all seasons… Jean-Jacques Fournier