The hot melting kiss

Trudging over the snow with the wind biting and chewing at our faces, we were so glad to arrive at the tiny snow hut built out from the frozen shoreline on the dark northern lake. Entering the small but surprisingly roomy hut, we were glad to be able to whip off our snow encrusted scarves and warm our cold hands over the heat coming from the old Quebec style wooden stove. Smiling and kissing, we soon managed to feel quite hot in the little hut, but true to purpose, we untangled ourselves and moved to untangle our lines. We were there for the ice fishing and fish we must. It's a man thing, but fun to watch the little boy in the tall man's body engrossed in baiting the hooks.

As the fish lines were carefully lowered through the deep ice to the black cold waters below, I leaned over for a hot, sizzling kiss, but the immediate jerk on the line quickly pulled us apart. With a dazzling boyish smile on his handsome face, my Valentine magically seem to make the huge pickerel fly from the deep waters, to the wooden cutting board and land in the butter laden frying pan sizzling on the hot stove.

Never had fish tasted this wonderful and so sensuous as we ate and licked the butter off each other’s chins! But, as wonderful as it was, nothing could compare to the hot melting kisses that was our Valentine’s night dessert.