Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

the boy titillated pharaoh. 
ramesses thought of nothing else. he nipped at one sly hip and breathed along the soft fringe of the dusky plume. "the river from which jawahir surely drew you must be a fine place indeed."
an empty comment.
once the room had widened into the bathing pools, ramesses reined himself no longer. he backed sayf toward the water, open and glimmering and proud with his want and his intrigue.