Outside a night storm pushes and sculpts the snow deep against the walls. The landscape is a blanket of wild white. Wind bends the pines and makes them sing haunting songs of loneliness.
Here in this wood fire heated cabin we are naked and glowing warm. In this pine lined cocoon we wrap ourselves deeper into duvets and down. I can see the light of fireplace dancing shadows across your skin... Embers glowing in your eyes... The smell of sweet smoke and our love making fill me. The night is black and the windows are mirrors.
Looking out through the water glass windows, I see only us in our bed. Bathed in orange light, we are floating in a shimmering sea of black. My chin rests on your shoulder, your back pressed to my chest. The world may swirl outside these walls and windows, but for now, we are held warm and timeless...
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