Fire
She sits before the fireplace prodding at the soot with her naked fingers
Wind gusts down the roof hole fluttering her hair and puffing erotically at her nipple folds
She wishes she could figure out how to switch on the fire
Wind gusts down the roof hole fluttering her hair and puffing erotically at her nipple folds
She wishes she could figure out how to switch on the fire
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