The taste of curry and cloves was still fresh on my tongue as his gaze shot through me like hot silk. He wasn’t even looking at me, but his sharp features that seemed to come from another land stole the sanity from my nerves. A flash of attraction in a chapatti shop; what were the gods of lust smoking?
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"It's like your first taste of vindaloo
That sets your heart on fire
And if you let the stuff get into you
It will be all that you desire
God, I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue;
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum."
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We are creatures of lust. If we weren't, none of us would be.
Serpent 8:66
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