[Poggio]

Bucking over, only Zosa's shoulder and arms kept hi from falling to the ground. Shaking, breathing heavily in the aftermath, his fingers idly wiped the salt of the earth from the corners of zosa's mouth. Curling to the side he gracefully pulled back before sliding to the floor. He kissed away the remains of sauce and salt. He would have to make more sauce. Gathering up Zosa's hand he nipped lightly at the tip.

(He will head south after a while)