With midnight skin and silver eyes
you beckon me to bow my head
And submit to your mystery.
Hail Yinepu, Eternal one!
Elder god, unfettered you reign
your mighty will be done
as you glide between the worlds.
Hail Khenty-amenti, guarding where we lay
The silver sand of the moonlit desert is the path.
Your screaming jackals lead the way
To descend to your linen embrace.
Hail Uapuat, Judge divine!
You who test the mettle of our hearts
and open the way to receive the sign
Your gentle kiss awakens my rebirth.
Hope wiggled slightly. “Um. In… in what context do you mean?”
The voice let out a chuckle. It wasn’t a comforting “you’re funny, I’m going to keep you alive” sort of chuckle. It was the kind that made Hope assume that the voice was about to gloat at its own cleverness.
“Well, in the animal world, presenting means adopting a very curvy posture in order to tell the world that you’re ready for copulation.”
A finger graced over Hope’s lips. She knew she was blushing. She puckered up on reflex.
“It means, Hope, that you’re ready to get intimate.”
“That wasn’t my presentation, of course.”
The voice let out a real laugh this time. A
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