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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
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Grains of Paradise – Gin and Lust in The Gap between Christmas and New Year
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.
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F/Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
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