Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

rosalyn granted erzulie closeness — the harlot enfolded it in a kiss she pressed against rosalyn's cheek, the drifting mouth that moved its way to the edge of the first mate's own. closer her small body moved, until there was no air between their bodies. a flicker of rose; the harlot laving her leader's chin from where she had followed the line of the other's muzzle.
in time, erzulie drew back to find the woman's gaze, if only momentarily — here she paused to see if the other would return or resist, some fire leaping silver in her own veins, heartbeat quickened while she poised on anticipation.