So cold...

Baby, you're so cold. Your fingers are like icicles, sliding across my back. Your eyes are like pits of icy blue water and your lips are cold like the ice that coats the rivers in winter. Baby, I love you. Baby, I want you. Baby, I love the feeling of your struggling as I choke you to death here on the cold, cold riverbed in the frozen forrest with the trees as our audience. Baby, you're mine forever now.