If I had my druthers, I proclaim
I'd sit out near an open flame.
I'd drink of something cold and brewed
and hear of stories old and new.

I'd sit myself in a comfy chair,
and breathe in deep the nighttime air.
the stars above in multitude
with forest sounds create the mood.

Good friends surround, we'd laugh and joke
as sparks drift to the sky in smoke.
I'd glance across the roaring fire
and in your eyes see my desire.

Honor bound, you'd turn your head
feigning interest in something said.
Bound as well, I'd look away
the memory saved for another day.

I'd keep it hidden on a shelf
and bring it down when I'm by myself.
Alone, I'd savor that secret glance.
Right now I'd watch the fire dance.

hours stretch, the party ends.
It's time to say goodbye to friends.
The hugs begin my stomach churns.
Anxious I'd await my turn.

you'd turn and take me in your arms
careful not to raise alarms.
we'd hug and whisper our goodbyes
saying much more with our eyes.

we'd part and go our seperate ways
burdened with the choices made.
Back to our lives we'd both pretend
not to covet the spouse of friends.

We'd settle for our stolen glances
take advantage of the chances
to sit out near an open fire
and not act out on hearts desires.