Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

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He began to relax and reciprocate, and as she felt his attentions roughen, her eyes sparked with the challenge.  She grinned and her own began to match, beginning a dance that would last until finally both of them were unable to keep even this slight distance between them.

Her manner with him was different than with Erzulie, as men and women were two very different things.  But the balance of rough and gentle, taunting and giving, things she'd learned... she used them all, and led him along, or let him lead, until at length their interlude came to a heightened close, and she let voice a soft and satisfied croon, both for her own contentment and because she knew at times it aided the other to know they'd done well.