18°, 98.6°, 800° All Have Their Place

18°.  That's the temp outside.  That’s cold.  I like cold better than hot.  Or, I should say, I like getting warm better than I like getting cool.  One, my lover can get me warm but never cool.  Fire, one of my favorite things, can do the same thing.  And better still, I like the process of getting warmed by both.  I am confident enough in my manhood to admit I like snuggling, and I also like building a fire.  I like getting up in the dark, banking the coals in the fireplace, and setting tinder, which, later, while I sit in the dark reading The Word and drinking coffee, will suddenly, as a heavenly visitation, burst into flames, filling our home with glowing light and the promise of coming warmth.  It is 18°, my lover is 98.6°, and my fire, Google says, is 800°.  I keep 18 outside, 800 in a steel box, and my lover in my arms.  I like getting warm.