**Chapter 4: lyubimaya**
**Betsy**
*You feel her tongue gliding over your tummy, her hot saliva cooling you as the tongue trails down, down, down. Down to your palace, to your heaven, to your pussy. You arch yourself, all of you opening, you bloom at her touch, unfurling on the bed. Legs spread. Arms sprawl. Head tilts. Moans escape. There is nothing left in you other than what she puts inside. You are empty, and she is everything. You are a desert, and she is a garden. You are parched, and she is wet.*
*The first slip of her tongue is creation itself. It’s lightning and rain. It’s green upon green, your garden ripe and running with juice down your legs. For years your body has been a barren place, a place of pain and coarse sand running down your spine. Now your pleasure is a waterfall. You found an oasis with a blue viper, but it led you to Eden. Eve is waiting for you.*
*Or perhaps she’s Lilith.*