Two Eyes Cenote [m] sixty-ninth

her answer was a scorching breath, the careful application of embrace to body until his exhale was upon her ear again, her nape.

senmut had no words but he was moved by the gods, by Amun, by Nwt; he joined them in slow resplendence, movements gentle, aware of her giving or unsurety.

and it was rife with rightness, this bond; love was between them, now said aloud, and love carried him to the final peaking crescendo of their first want and now fulfilled desire.