Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

He didn't approach like some males would.  She'd seen all sorts in her lifetime, some with respect, others assumption.  He had the former and it solidified the choice completely.  Rosalyn knew on some level that she needed to be cautious, as her body was still not at one hundred percent.  But she moved towards him lazily anyway, instincts kicked up and muddying any reason.

She'd taken a good number of lovers before, but since taking up with Erzulie had seen little use sense.  The void she'd used it to fill was gone.  Yet she still remembered the ways, and as she came towards him, moved to press her side against his invitingly as she gave his cheek a nibble where it met the hollow of his chin.

There was no reason this couldn't be time well spent, as the outcome was already inevitable.