Lion Head Mesa Meal for one?

"indeed, it would."

her eyes found him and knew him. senmut found her mouth with his own.

his body warmed by the spice of her wine, the cinnamon of her flanks; he roused again, anew, almost surprised.

his explorations, slower this time, unhurried, for senmut had found something in legend no one else might give.

for now, there was no word to name it.

for now it was only experienced, tasted, felt.

time stood forgotten.