It’s bark-cracking cold
Outside the snap-frozen windows;
Inside wolfhounds lie stretched
Before heat-hurling logs
Crackle-rack hot

We too lie hot
In each others blaze;
Flushed cheeks and ready
Her pebble-smooth belly
Draped across the couch

Her mouth is soft
Her thoughts daring and free
Accelerant to my senses, intoxicant to my mind
She ruptures my universe with cosmic pleasure
In this heavenly castle of mine