I went to leave a comment on a post by the lovely Bree Leto (https://secretthoughtswithin.com) but she has comments turned off, alas.
But I thought I’d say here, what I would have said there.
I used to drink a lot of gin, particularly with one friend. I wrote, in this blog and elsewhere, about gin, about martinis, about sex.
I have a line in my novella, and again, the piece Bree posted made me think of this, and about the taste of non on someone’s lips.
My line was:
When I kissed her, her mouth tasted of gin. She’d tossed one back, was sipping another. She looked fucking good in a towel. I kissed her, realized I’d never seen her naked. Kissed her again. I’m not usually a gin guy, but she tasted amazing.
Bree’s piece is below. It’s beautiful. You should check out her blog, it’s all beautiful.
With gin on my tongue
I head off to find you
because my body remembers
it’s better when my skin is on yours
and your hands tangle in my hair as you taste meCome, join me on the bed
change my breathing
and watch my flushed cheeks fade
as I fall asleep naked beside you
–Bree Leto