Suetekh
My eyes had not torn themselves away from the sight of Pharai's hips as he moved fluidly to the song he had made for me all those thousands of years ago. His golden skin looked terribly sensual against the flicking of the candle light in the room that almost seemed to be following the rhythm of his body.
The mirage on his skin looked truly to be a part of his complimenting how smooth his skin truly way. Anyone could tell Pharai never paid much attention on how to keep his skin baby soft or the curls of his hair looking flawless because it was just natural for him.
Never had I seen him look terrible in all of my existence. I did not just say that because I was so deeply in love with him but he was the god of beauty after all.
