As the years roll by, even in the closest marriage,
It is easy to become complacent and careless,
Taking love for granted, forgetting those little things,
Touches of affection, the morning kiss, a quick hug,
Simple things that help keep a relationship alive.
So, it is good to escape for a while, free from cares,
Away from the hurly burly of everyday life,
Just the two of us together without distractions,
A time to talk and laugh, or just to play silly games,
A time apart to rekindle the fires of first love. 

Mindful of the danger of staleness, even boredom,
When the excitement of those early years of marriage
Is forgotten, my love, and I sometimes run away
To a secluded place, a simple rural cottage,
Where alone, we can renew our mutual passion.
Sitting by the fire in our little woodland retreat,
We cuddle in companionably intimate silence,
Occasionally whispering tender words of love,
And exchanging sweet kisses, blissfully contented
In the warmth and light of each other's adored presence.

A look, a touch, and a fire is kindled in our souls,
And without saying a word, we make our blissful way,
Into our candlelit room, where, by their flickering light,
We savour each tender moment of unveiled beauty,
In languorous expectation of sweet pleasures to come.
We kiss, our soft lips pressed together, and then parting
to allow our lingering tongues to dart and explore,
Softly touching, entwining, dancing, all the longing
Of our enraptured hearts
Into the heart of the other's open mouth, sharing
Each passionate breath, hot with our mounting arousal. 

Reclining side by side upon the sheets, we embrace,
Holding each other close, fingers touching and stroking,
Each delicious intimacy, a loving foretaste
Of that sensuous voyage on which we will embark
Into the dark maelstrom of arousal and desire.