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"sandalwooded" poems
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
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