"Every thought was sensual, and hers. The aroma, and the feel of her moods filled the space between her body and mine with ease, and poignancy. It poured out of her waters of essence with a single lilting quality wooden flutes play to the four winds, or bamboo chimes dangling in the wind from a veranda. At times the touch of her spirit seeped out. Other times touching her gave it all new dimensions. Giving into her requests swept over thinking the way her suggestions felt like hibiscus scented mist spreading around her body. She teased learning out of the reluctant. How? You, or I couldn't discern how it just happened like that..."
~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 4.24.13
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