Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

"i would."

he traced her wrist with his paw, upward; downward; he bound their grasp together and gazed at their touch with a marveling look. soot and fire, shadow and flame.

this was what it meant to be worshipped.

pharaoh! again! ah! "no one born to servitude can be pharaoh." but it was not what he had said to eset, and now he wondered, to hear the title in the mouth of his lover.

a caress; "but a high priest can be such. do you think it is i?" legend did not need to flatter senmut despite her place in his bed.