Wapun Meadow i can feel your teeth on my paper-moon skin

she is thankful for his prolonged hesitence, his lack of forceful inistence that they give in to nature's call and copulate.  she didn't know how long she would be able to resist him if he had pushed her harder.

solemnly she increased the distance between them, but turned around and beckoned him with a swing of her head.  come home with me.