
He parts her lips and tastes her salty, slippery woman’s essence, the very heart, the center. Imagination springs from just one touch. Here is the meeting of point and counterpoint. His gentle insistence is met by the strength of her assent.
The silence grows warm, time stops. His hand invades territory kept sacred by her. The roots of her femininity, the secret of her soul, she shares with him. A drop of honey melts on his tongue.
He savors it; a dream sequence without a script. No words, no monologue, no curtain between them, no pretense, only the smoky scent of her tea.
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Exceptionally well done! (rated for the imagery)
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Beautiful! Ying and Yang.
Imagery Rated.
I'll have to explore more.
Nice.
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I keep reading this and loving it.
You write well, my friend
I like the background on the pic.
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Lorraine
Lapsang Souchong has a dominating smoky flavor. Legend has it that the smoking process was discovered by accident. During the Qing dynasty, an army unit passing through a village camped out in its tea factory, which was filled with fresh leaves awaiting processing. When the soldiers left and the workers were able to return, there was not enough time to dry the tea the customary way. So they lit open fires of pine wood to hasten the drying. Upon taking the tea to market, to their surprise the new tea created a sensation. Today, Lapsang Souchong is first withered over pine root fires, then panfried, rolled and oxidized. The leaves are then placed in bamboo baskets and hung on wooden racks over smoking pine fires to dry and absorb the smoke. The result is a powerfully smoky aroma coupled with a sweet and mild taste.
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Oh, yes. A grand idea.
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Thanks for posting on this dreary morning.
Ooooo, jane, thank you! Glad to see you're still enjoying this.