Lion Head Mesa bull

he crumpled, sandstone steps at her paws.

she saw surrender. she saw bliss and worship. the devoutness of a priest never faltered. not in this one, at least.

let him stay low, she thought. nearly protective in its nature she aimed to drape a leg over his shoulders. head and neck bent so that she might still stay close to his ear.

tell me, we'eb,

and yet she did not say what to tell her of.