"I dream every night of your hands over my skin. When I apply my lotions, I imagine it's you touching me and I can't help but lose myself in desirous machinations." He could read those lines all night and never tire of the words.
When it was time for lights out, he curled up under all the furs she had forced him to take with him and tried to sleep with images of his curvy wife in his head.
"I missed you, I couldn't stand being in that big house by myself any longer.." She told him and stepped into his tent, showing that she was in nothing more than a fur cloak. And only the fur cloak.