artusthe ankh alludes to that fullness of life caught in the net of your passions the dark shadow of the new moon falling over areolas shaded so feminine the white of Your eye its matching the noose of the ankh those most serpentine lips snake charming and that oh so sweet mind numbing ripe fragrance that lends its scent to the crevice of your breasts...many proud and hard have run aground in this most sacred of sites...