For She Was His Wine

The Wine Of Love

Oh! when my lady comes, And I with love behold her,

I take her into my beating heart And in my arms enfold her;

My heart is filled with joy divine

For I am hers, and she is mine.

Oh! when her soft embraces Do give my love completeness,

The perfumes of Arabia Anoint me with their sweetness;

And when her lips are pressed to mine

I am made drunk and need no wine.

When we kiss, and her warm lips half open,

I fly cloud-high without beer!

What paradise gained, what fulfillment,

What a heavenly turn of affairs!

Oh, raise one to Menkat, Our Lady of Liquor,

but keep your mouth tight on the girl!

Love, how I'd love to slip down to the pond,

bathe with you close by on the bank.

Just for you, I'd wear my new Memphis swimsuit,

Made of sheer linen, fit for a queen--

Come, see how it looks in the water!

Couldn't I coax you to wade in with me?

Let the cool creep slowly around us?

Then I'd dive deep down and come up for you dripping,

Let you fill your eyes with the little redfish that I'd catch.

- An Ancient Egyptian Love Poem

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Not even the crisp Egyptian night air could cool off the heat from the Pharaoh and his Great Royal Wife after their wine from dinner.

Atem swallowed the soft moan that fell out of Mana's lips before he moved down on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. He groaned and pushed deeper into her.

Atem angled his hips and thrust roughly, making their rhythm erratic. Mana moaned as she reciprocated, met with his thrust, making Atem leaned down to capture her lips once again. Breaking the kiss, Atem held his gaze with hers. It was soft, assuring, and accepting. Mana's lips parted in a silent cry when he hit the spot that he knew made her come undone.

"Prince." Mana shakily whispered as her nails dug deep in his bare shoulder. Atem smiled at the fond name. Even after being crowned Pharaoh, marrying him, and becoming his Great Royal Wife, she still called him "prince."

He wouldn't have it any other way. He knew that was her way of calling him "love" or "my beloved." Ever since they were young, to the day she'd die, she had told him that he would always be her prince.