Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

erzulie was compelled to believe she unnerved the first mate in some way. and the jezebel coquettishy wished to exploit whatever it was she felt, for her own pleasure, for the delight of the hunt. "erzulie," the woman offered, not closing the space rosalyn had put between them, but drifting forward on languid steps in silence, till she paused and rolled her cream-chai shoulders.
"would you be wantin' t'race wid me, rosalyn?" the swab inquired with a delighted glow to her mismatched eyes. "to de shore, to de water's edge," she added, noting where the pair were in the forest, and how close they might be to the sandline.