Nova Peak pou mwen ou fè pati

val! 
even if she could not say the words, or would not, mireille loved him in many ways. for the second year now, val had marked her return to sapphique, to the seawater cleansing that awaited her body, for the anticipation of ripening flanks growing again with children.
val represented to mireille what men chose not to be: protective, kind, loyal, with an undercurrent of ferocity which ran through him as if it were a vein of gold in an ageless stone.
for this, for more, the aventurine saw more abandon in the obsidian than she shared with any other man. mireille was almost pleased for val to lead them once they both could wait no longer. the pleasure which foamed beneath all of her skin as if they were the long breakers upon the shoreline brought her to an euphoric, lingering end.
she lay thereafter with val in in the shadow of the mountain, her panting soft, her delight in him near overwhelming. all her senses were awash with him, and mireille treasured the feeling.