Lion Head Mesa [m] forever in debt to your priceless advice

Akhtar felt as though he was in the coils of a great snake and oh, despite the hiss, he was enthralled as a mouse before a cobra.

His eyes were dark, melted chocolate, murky river water hiding a crocodile or shark from your view. He curved a salmon pink tongue from his jaws, coming up over his nose.

That I do.

Oh, hiss of Apophis, this woman was as dangerous as an asp. And yet Akhtar couldn’t help but stick his hand in and wait for her to bite.