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Tarragon

Member since 2004 · Posted 24 Aug 2005 · 3 comments

Her voice weaves sweet, thick spices into me. She chassÃ©s and her hips send thoughts of romance and what whispers do. We eat quickly to match our flickering glances. A faint, burning aroma clouds our minds to that which matters most.

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[9] impert&ent 26-Aug-05/12:24 AM Reply

Nice evocations of cooking throughout - but for the line about hips. So I'm thinking of a substitute for chassÃ©s that involves a stirring, a rolling, a grinding.

[9] INTRANSIT › impert&ent 26-Aug-05/6:56 AM Reply

Mortar and pestle perhaps? I agree chasses has to go. But are we eating cooking or dancing here, um, perhaps it's (eat) that needs to go? Damn close though. Brings me back to Instructions to a sculptor by Christof.

[7] LilMsLadyPoet 26-Aug-05/4:11 PM Reply

I adore: "Her voice weaves sweet,"...awesome line...perhaps change chasses to 'shifts'?...
'She shifts and her hips
send thoughts of romance'...etc.