Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

Her efforts to avoid offense went without use for the male was quick to apologize. Djehanne gulped as he buckled and fell, tears like that of a lost child, sobbing in memoriam of a bosom once coddled to one's cheek. Then he spoke of death, a subject most would prefer to avoid. Who was the male he wished to see again? Why did he long for the void?
Though each move was made with hesitant steps, Djehanne moved behind the male and lay there, embracing him in her warmth. Should he allow, she would use her tongue to gently kiss the trails of each salty tear the brute shed.