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To the taste of breasts like apricots, the warm scent of a woman's navel when...
Author:
Diana Gabaldon
Book:
Voyager
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Published at:
9 years ago
To the taste of breasts like apricots, the warm scent of a woman's navel when she wakens in the winter, the warmth of a mound that fills your hand like a peach, split with ripeness.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Voyager ]
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