Camille danced in the night shadows, clucking at the full moon, scratching at the stars.
Under the same sky, Steve slithered through dark green water, pondering the purpose in his heart.
Upon meeting on the grassy shore of a forgotten lake, it was love at third sight.
They caught themselves in an embrace of teeth and feathers, of scales and blood. Reptile eyes twirled in a death roll and poultry screamed the end of the world.
A rendezvous of hanky-panky-chomp.
Love is hunger and kisses are always pain.