Lion Head Mesa Toiling

"i promise you that they are pleased, isetnofret. beloved of beauty, consumed by beauty. created from loveliness." he spun the saccharine truths around the pretty man, charming him with a quality which senmut himself had never cultivated.

it was not him! it was this place, these ghosts.

"take my assurance," touch slipping over the silken waist.

***

languid. silent. almost senmut asked that the man stay as companion to the lonely pedestal of priesthood.