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He works with ease as sunshine drips
from the edge of my parasol, flushes
over bare skin.
Fingers slick with oil, smelling of spices
mould soft dough. Hands tease the
smallest blemish, damp muslin
braves the heat and although I am no
model of excellence or perfection,
I'm intoxicated, making love
to the warm Arabian breeze.
<Deleted User> (6315)
Wed 17th Mar 2010 22:02
Many thanks for dropping by..
Kumar made bread.the oven was rather like a huge oil drum, after making the bread he would wrap it in damp muslin then pop it into the oven to cook..facinating to watch and even better to eat!!
very sensual poetry!
Nice imagery, intriguing picture!
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Dave Bradley
Sat 20th Mar 2010 22:28
Really liked this one Stella