He's like a magician. Standing before me, just holding an orange. He spins round and the orange is unpeeled; the skin in one continuous curling strip bursting with citrus scent.
I'm in awe. I'm sure no one else noticed his deft fingers working. And he drops the pieces in a flat dish, barely a bowl.
Wooden.
Sun bright. Brimming with orange segments.
He proffers it, but before I can choose he takes a piece; slides it between my lips, eyes locked on mine.
Over the tang of the orange I taste him.
And I want to taste so much more.
Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Ha- Very good! X
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Beware of the orange tang. He sounds like an animal! :-)
Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Ha- yes Nev he does indeed! X