Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

dont u love that!

lestan exhaled shakily as reverie formed herself cartographer and explorer in the same experience. slowly her touches stoked him, until the hungriness was reforged and cast for her.
slowly he pulled her down to the snow, uncaring of who might see them as the glow of winter collected itself and glimmered upon them both.
and now he took that brave forging from reverie and knew her in the same slow, almost reverent ways, pushing them both toward something that felt like a fall from a high waterfall, something only she could initiate, a second act to this first screenplay.