Moonspear away

Logic had understood, she had to end the heat. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, only a large need she felt sway within, a warmth that felt like fire when she saw another, and a smell hitting her nose that distracted. Unpleasant, Desdemona nodded, but said no words, because she couldn't deny there was hesitation. Her mind knew, but her body said otherwise, her instinct, an instinct she knew not to listen to, but desired throughout her veins. 

Her mind and spirit dominated the lustful season, "Please."