Lion Head Mesa Pólemos II

The man groaned softly as the weight of her pressed to his spine. The warmth of her belly upon his back brought his heart to a thrilling pace. Thoughts of food vanished from his mind.

It was impulse that forced Arsenio to spin onto his back. His breath fell quickly as the weight of Tamar arrived upon his belly, his chest, and he looked up at the warm colors of her face with breathless delight. The moments before she would move away from him were cherished. He wished to memorize the sharpness of her features and keep that in him – the smell of herbs and leaves, the light brown of her eyes.

You are… panemorfi, he whispered.