All these moons

It was he she wanted more than the others. Not because she loved him with purity but his freshness stirred her senses. Wide-eyed she approached, he didn’t blink. He felt the heat, her purring heart advancing. She stood closer. He felt no flinch. This the match she waited for all these moons.

Musings short fiction

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