Exploring the Untold Wonders of "love as a feeling"

Snow falls outside the cabin window while love as a feeling keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in love as a feeling. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in love as a feeling. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in love as a feeling; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—love as a feeling is winter’s hottest contradiction.