Embers crackle on the hearth as untempered heat radiates from a dulling flame, as bare souls lay horizontally upon a king size bed.
Content eyes gaze through the large picture window of the small cabin tucked into the woods, contemplating fantastical things, memories, and dreams as they watch the snow fall steadily onto their private fishbowl. Oblivious to anything outside this scene.
Tangled fingers, receptively memorizing dimples in skin. Tracing creases, exploring hidden freckles. Knotted legs twisting together in a game of friction, generating spark.
Teeth carefully grazing delicate fleshy, intoxicated senses drowning in the delicious essence of sweat, passion, and applewood.
My head on your chest being lulled out of reality by the rise and fall on your heart against my cheek. The snow falls steadily, disappearing as it lands on the glass, a moment in time beautiful, unique, and never to exist in this capacity again. Bittersweet moments of magic much like us.