Lion Head Mesa bull

something came over the crown prince. he felt the brushing fine linen of her divinity as closely as if it had whispered across the floor between them. 

her breath singed his ear. the we'eb was captivated, ensnared, and yes — yes he had wondered! 

he trembled; his arms flexed as if he might dare to embrace her sanctified form.

but she was a God and he only mortal, and so in mortality senmut quelled his desire to return her kiss, and quailed, and crumbled gracelessly to prostrate himself at her feet, overcome by her holy nature and his own flawed thinking, that he could ever be so close.