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He languorously stroked her tongue with his and tasted of ancient groves and deep, warm earth, and the cold, faint sweetness of a foreign flower she knew but couldn’t quite place.
Moving across her body, he caught the scent of wildflowers again and delved for its source.
He closed his eyes and inhaled as she sweetly attended to him; it smelled
like her now— lilies, ocean mist, and warm earth. She draped and wrapped it loosely about him, pushing the last heavy length over his left shoulder.
Aidon’s fought back a surprised smile as he caught the scent of lilacs in the air between them.
Aidon moaned as she descended to taste the salt and warm spice of his flesh.
Nearly anything can be forgiven, if one is willing to open their heart completely.”
She smelled like sunshine and freshly threshed fields.
ancient evergreens, cypress, cedars, musk and spices that were all at once masculine and foreign.
To her, he tasted of mild sweetness, like honeyed bread.
Nuzzling close to his arm, she took in his scent, cool cypress and warm tilled earth.
