Lion Head Mesa But right now, I wanna be not okay

he slid from his throne. she caught him with her affections. ramesses allowed her touch, her warmth, though he was far too numb to do more than artlessly brush her eartip with his muzzle. yes; his flesh responded with the weakwilled nature of pleasure made idolatry. 
but his heart felt like it might crack more; he settled against sokha with a shaking sigh and begged that the tears would not come. they did all the same; pharaoh wept silently into her satin fur, sobs boyish and broken and seemingly unending.
he clutched her closer.