Seline - Bundling Night (Seline's Celtic Tale)

Freezing highland winds... One bed, one board, two burning souls. (Two burning souls...) Heavy wool blankets draped against the chill The wooden bundling board keeping us still Strict tradition set by the fireplace light Bound in a sack on this freezing night Inch by inch, feeling the warmth of your skin A wall of oak where the desires begin. Hand carved Lovespoon waiting on the shelf I can't control the rhythm of myself Electric tension jumping over the wood Whispering things we never thought we could... Bundling night, locked in the cold A wooden barrier for us to hold Fingertips reaching across the line Tonight your heat is burning into mine! Outside the frost is silver on the heather Inside the dark we're trapped in bed together No physical touch, but the words are raw Breaking every unwritten highland law Breath condensating in the chilly air Lost in the spell of a midnight stare. Reach over the board... Touch my fingers in the dark. The wood is getting warm. Bundling night, locked in the cold A wooden barrier for us to hold Fingertips reaching across the line Tonight your heat is burning into mine! Morning is coming... Don't move the board.