Heron Lake Plateau as scarlet flowers lust for the dew of morning

And then there she was, and she was simply intoxicating.  He burned for her.  Raven was the center of his world and from her all the goodness and love bloomed.  Her touch drew out an amorous growl, and he tipped his head up for a moment as she reached his jaw before looking down again, preening from the crown of her head to the base of her ear then down her neck.  My love, he rumbled between kisses.  As he moved his touch got slightly more intense, hungry. Quixote pressed even closer, nibbling along her spine and silently imploring her to turn, but even if she didn't he'd be there shortly.