‘Girls, pour the milk in the baththub and then add the honey,’ Jasmine said.
Her four maidservants emptied six buckets of warm milk and two large jars of honey into her tub. Then they left.
Jasmine undressed and laid in that honeyed milkness. She closed her eyes, and dreamed romance.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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Although lovely, I prefer those delicate times when I can slip into a bath of wine and roses with her…
‘Her’ is undoubtedly your wife, no?
oh i love this so much
I am quite convinced that you have performed such extravagances yourself. Aren’t you a billionaire? I bet my hat you can afford it.
I’ve imagined bathing in honey before.