Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

the manner of speaking that poured forth from the alabaster lotus had ramesses tense with a delectable anticipation. she truly was an exotic and foreign creature, and he thought of how much she might fetch beneath the arched stone roof of the mesa.
jawahir's laughter wended through, stirring him further. "what is your name, dove?" pharaoh inquired, these aforementioned hungers truly whetted.