Lion Head Mesa shahwa

her eyes were deep as the myrrh of babylon. "what have you hunted?" pharaoh demanded playfully, running his teeth through the silk of the jewel's fur.
voice roughened with want; perhaps she might see fit to allow him the worship of her lithe figure now!
but ramesses was curious, and it showed in how he stilled to look at jawahir now. "i will celebrate you first," he declared.