<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirteen Monkeys Coffee House<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shazadi, open<br/><hr/><br/>"And you dear Shazadi, are for me an oasis of calm and grace amidst the bedlam of chaotic self absorption that is Sha'Ib." He complimented her when she compared him to an oasis, a comparison that brought a smile to his lips.<br/><br/>As she assumed her false pensive pose his grin grew broader, loving the sensuously playful manner Shazadi assumed with unthinking grace. With each item of her list of things to do he found himself waiting for her to extend an offer for him to be part of it. When she reached the baths, and her eyes closed in an expression of remembered bliss he found himself remembering their nights together when he had managed to put such an expression upon her face, their flesh sliding and stroking against one another in an evening of complete surrender to pleasure. His mind slipped into an imagining of what Shazadi would look like, bare flesh glistening with water cascading along those wonderful curves. His eyes assumed a hungry heat as he listened to each item on her list, and laughed along with her when she spoke of the cats who would no doubt be curled up in the bed he was hoping to share. As she bit down upon her thumb and made her own desire known he once again lifted her fingers to his lips and placed a tender, sucking kiss on each finger, before he released it to lift his own coffee.<br/><br/>"I believe a good meal is a thing I would gladly share with you. Your...enthusiasm, for a bath has quite inspired me to visit them sometime today as well. If they can put that look on your face, they must be a grand way to spend some time and money." He told her with a grin. "If you don't find my company too tedious, I would love to share your meal this night. And if my humble, sand blasted body is deemed worthy by one so beautiful, I will admit that I hunger to give you the offerings which best please you and your goddess. The desert is beautiful at night, lost alone in a sea of blackness above, the tiny lights that so entertain the God's shining down upon you, while the moon baths the sands in it's pure radiance, a gentle illumination as though to apologize for the harshness of it's brother the sun. While the moon soothes and the silken blackness of the night wind wrap you up in solitude, you can wander the sands, lost in your own world of wonder. But all of that beauty is a hollow shell of loneliness that a man can lose himself within, while the fire of your eyes, and the softness of your touch is a guiding beacon, urging us foolish suitors onward to warm our souls by the fires of your pleasure, or be cast off destitute and forlorn in the dark if you deny us your comfort." As he spoke he was slightly more bold than was his norm in public, and reached out a hand to caress her chin, and brush his thumb across those lips he hungered for. He knew at times he could lay it on thickly, but on the desert trails, he had none to speak to, and found that flowery words were a pleasure to craft, and an ease to speak.