Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

beneath her touch, erzulie sensed rosalyn's concession; her teeth glinted in a tiny smile. leaning closer to lave the edge of the first mate's mouth once more, the harlot glanced toward the sea, then roundabout the open strand of beach upon which they both stood.
an arch of her brow accompanied the wanton look she granted rosalyn now, a wry smile. she herself was no small sort of libertine — it mattered little to erzulie where she entangled herself with the wolfess of sandstone and chestnut hues. but perhaps it was of concern to rosalyn. she wet her lips languidly, lifting her countenance more fully to her companion. "i will let you choose where it is we go."