Heat shot through her body,

something potent,

the sight of not knowing

not showing,

not growing,

the thought of her flesh forming,

storming, draining,

all out of horrible things,

with horns on his head,

he carried her to bed,

it was the tenderness

that hit her so forcibly,

she felt suddenly possessed

by the intimacy,

his hands made slow circles

over her body,

he whispered,

she was wrong,

she belonged,

the thought seemed measureless

and intoxicating.