Lost Creek Hollow [m] psalms 91:10

he was so pleased to see her, at first.
the beautiful, fragile thing, his bird, his nightingale, his wren.
she was an impassible fortress, sturdy and unflappable in the same way that he was. two years ago, he despised this about her, but after so long-! oh, his heart flutters at the sight of it, his creation, god’s child!
she had starved him.
amore mio bellissimo, his lip curls deliciously at the putrid phrase; a token that should be reserved for shaba, but shaba was not here, was she? he saw her only in his girl. how long has it been, sweetheart? too long.
he ignores the unsavory scent of others on her pelt; and does not yet notice the plumpness of her once taut body.