Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

In the warmth of his skin, her face sat as a feather in his palm, air to his guide. Her eyes put upon him the feral ecstasy of wonder, joy. She rested into his skin there until her cheek was given the affirmation of touch, presence, ability.

Their Holy Kingdom, Akashingo, and words that contrasted the very notion of Senmut from his driven mouth.
Was that how much he loved his empire?

Her gaze was glued; stroked upon his declaration. Senmut radiated acceptance of his role. Then she nurtured the fantasy, even if they never spoke of it again.
She smiled, her voice a flutter, all the while a smooth, swaying tail that acted for his voices touch now. "Wouldn't that be something?"

muehehe good for a wrap up?<3