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eyelid softly, his heated breath bathing me; I curse my trusting compliance as a tight band forces my eyes to remain closed.
    He holds me close, I can feel muscles under his clothes, smell his scent wafting in waves of warmth to accost my nostrils, when his low voice whispers intimately into my ear, "Trust me."
    In reply, I nod. Blinded again. The fear of being forced to trust him implicitly gives me sobering awareness. My relaxed stupor evaporates like my cloud of breath in the chilling air.
    I experience an odd lurching sensation, the kind you get when you're on a roller coaster and have just started free-falling down after a crest.
    He seats me on something hard, holding me close to his side, keeping me warm and managing to make me feel partially safe because I can indulge in his presence.
    "What do you smell?"
    I focus and inhale deeply. The air is laced headily with the scent of wisteria. "Flowers. Wisteria I think."
    I feel a jerk from him. Then something tickles under my nose, "This?"
    "Jasmine."
    A low chuckle. "This?"
    Hmm. This is a tough one. It's definitely got that green smell to it.
    "Hold it. Crush it between your fingers."
    I fumble blindly, finding his flexing forearm. My body reacts as I trace fingers over his muscles to his wrist to find the object clasped in his fingers. I take it and squeeze it out of sexual frustration, releasing energy. Mint explodes into the air powerfully.
    A giggle slips, "Mint."
    Feeling an arm on either side of me as he speaks into my ear, "All fragrances are more intense at night."
    His breath is on my face and I part my lips with expectation.
    Something wet falls onto the lip, slipping into my mouth. I react, flinching away; wiping at my mouth, "Ugh. Don't do that! Gross."
    He pulls my hand away, holding it tight.
    "Taste it."
    It's bitter and it burns. "It's alcoholic."
    "Tasting of?"
    "Whiskey?"
    "Very good. Now open wide."
    Tentatively, with huge trepidation, I open my mouth wider. Warm liquid slips in, running over my lip onto my chin. I clamp my mouth to hold the fluid in and nearly choke when stubble and lips impress on my chin, followed with a snaking tongue.
    The taste is liquorice. It's so pungent and overpowering. His mouth covers mine and a roaming tongue finds its way through my lips to taste the liquid in my mouth.
    He pulls away, chuckling softly, "What was it?"
    "Liquorice."
    "Wrong, close but wrong."
    "Anise?"
    The blindfold is ripped off in a swift motion, with a triumphant, "Yes!"
    I stare around at Kirstenbosch botanical gardens. At least I think that's where we are.
    How did we get here so fast? And since when can you get in at night?
    He's so handsome when he smiles. Hands hold my jeans and he pulls me to sit with my legs wrapped around him. Facing each other on the unforgiving bench. I'm under dressed for the chill air out here.
    Clouds roll down the back of Table Mountain behind us like dry ice vapours; spilling hazy droplets which magically vanish. The dragon's breath is cold tonight. There's mojo in the air, the way the moon catches us with milky ethereal rays, subtly highlighting and softening our images.
    I am stranded between realms; the trees and large rolling lawns hauntingly lit with subdued lunar ambience. White flowers capture the rays, splaying them outward. These immaculate gardens are a showpiece of the very best variety of natural vegetation.
    The air is redolent with fragrance, but his warm cologne dominates the frivolous scents of stamens heavy with pollen. Pin cushion proteas sticky with nectar lure moths to float past us lazily, as if we are simply two apparitions striking a lovers pose. Night art, sharing the stage with the moon's rings and the misty breath of the stone.
    My own breath catches with anticipation; it feels so right. This moment is simply enchanting.
    His head dips into my neck and I relish the tempting kissing. Slipping my hands under his black knitted shirt, I rest them on his stomach. I can feel hairs below his navel and