Once, Yasuko, you posed for me, as my forest nymph, and then edited the picture in the winter setting.
A woman nude in nature is beauty defined. You teased my desire, as I admired and adored you at once, adorned as you were by soft snowflakes, and I by the echoes of your shivering giggles.
When I wrapped you in the thick warm yak's wool blanket you pulled me to you.
"Here in the forest," you said, "I feel closest to you, for I feel I am a part of what you love."