Languorous Undertow, Sinister and Tempting

It's winter. You run a hot bath. Of every beautiful distraction, this is the one you ritualize. You like to watch the steam dancing across the top of the water as you strip down. The crisp air pricks at your bare skin. You don't breathe. The moment you numbly step into the water, the way it rises to meet every inch of your frigid flesh - this is lust.