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Jan 2018
I drank him in, his eyes the blue of blackest opals.

I breathed him in and then I sipped my gin.

I tasted him, his honeyed spice upon my tongue before I kissed him.

Flushed with the icy warmth of juniper,

My hungry lips upon his sandalwooded skin.

© Alicia Mortlock 2017
Grains of paradise are tiny seeds from Africa, added to some gins to give depth to the flavour and taste of pepper, coriander, ginger & cardamom with a hint of citrus.
Alicia Mortlock
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Alicia Mortlock  F/Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk
(F/Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk)   
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