Frisson de Peau

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Naked lovers emerge from their log cabin, reminiscent of night-long love. Snow has settled lightly on the fir trees outside; like icing dusted over fingers. A flurry of snowflakes lands on heated skin; ice on sweat; sweat on skin; shivering in tension as one. The lovers draw nearer beneath the cashmere blanket, it's fibres still carrying the memory of fireplace smoke, and a trace of Bordeaux wine, spilt in passion the night before.