Lion Head Mesa epithet

sokha's body drew with it a song of its own, and ramesses knew all the words by the end. long hours went by before at last he lay beside her, sated and laughing and jubilant, completely ensnared by the riotous worship of her dancer's loins.
"i am made wholly undone, silver one," he said, voice throaty with a newly building desire. "stay with me tonight, in my chambers," he asked gently. the sun had fallen. the sky was dark. but there were long hours yet to explore, and if her want for him was great, his did match.