by Marc Gunn, December 17, 2005

I was listening to a recording “Baby, It's Cold Outside” on repeat, drinking a glass of wine and just groovin' to the music. Once again, I was off in my own little world. And it's cold outside. How I would love some snow…

I'm sitting here,
a glass of wine,
my head buzzing
in some weird swirry
swaying to Ann Margaret
feeling swell, baby.

It's cold outside,
but as my lips pulse
for a kiss
with an audio dream,
ooo, love, baby.

Cool hands
pulsating warm in mine,
floating on hard wood floors,
a fox trot with cats
and my imagination,
but feeling snazzy.

Dance with me doll!
to warm the chill,
ooo, you're lips,
delicious, mmm,
like a half a drink more,
uh a slender kiss.