Honeyed Pasture great scott

from this distance, the mayfair was safe to imagine the way the bear could crush him into the ground as if he were nothing? he wondered, idly, if your chest breaking hurt, or if you suddenly couldn't breathe and —
head snapped around with an instinctive wariness at being approached, but the bear was suddenly swiftly forgotten. 
a tall amazonian creature, obsidian; her scent was the inside edge of rock faces, and she wore a pair of lapis eyes that were, somehow, focused upon him.
lionel wasn't sure he had ever seen hips so rounded and beckoning before; they spoke shakira-lore to the intrinsic male places of himself and managed also to sever the connection between mind and mouth. "one what?"