Lion Head Mesa (ap) godhead

the fellahin would talk either way. and they would especially gossip when the time of heat arrived at akashingo, but the queen did not swell with child thereafter. the thoughts were far too crass, for satsu alone as well as for their hushed wedding night.
she perched upon the bed's edge. ramesses approached and stroked her temple with an affectionate brush. "it is difficult to be queen." she smelled of berries; her breath was sweet with them.
"she is my sister and she is without equal," ramesses sang suddenly, lips blooming with a true smile. sister and brother, used between man and woman in his land as an honorific.

"she is the loveliest of all,"
"she is like the rising star of morning."
"she is like the start of a happy year."

ramesses was at her side now; he drew satsu against him and continued on, voice rising and falling in the curved half-notes of his remembered singing;

"lovely the look of her eyes,"
"sweet the words of her lips,"
"upright neck, shining breast, fur as purest linen."

ramesses murmured the words against the curve of one satined ear,

"her limbs surpass gold,"
"her paws are like buds of lotus,"
"round thighs, narrow waist,"

ramesses teased satsu with a knowing look;

"her legs parade her beauty."
"with graceful step she treads the ground,"
"she turns the necks of all men to see her,"
"much joy is in the heart of he who embraces her."
"he is like the first of men,"

pharaoh sang the last with lips touching her cheekbone;

"when she greets the dawn, she herself glows with the fire of Ra."