Oh the privileged decadence

Of unbridled passion

Entwined minds and

Laced hands have

In the solitude of a forest

Pleasures set free

Among the ancient land

Surrounding their primal

Whispers of lust

Far deep in a hidden

Sanctuary made of wood

Lies one thriving heart

Sustaining two

When winter sets in

And the cabin is alone

Under a cover of snow

Dreams gently

Keep the embers aglow

Bound tightly

Within aging bodies

Is the strong yearn

Wanting to return

And once again

Allow youthful souls

To emerge