Elisire, Ambre Nomade
She was his midnight oasis – any time really. There was only one way to quench that thirst when they both burned red hot. But sand gets in your eyes and no one can survive that kind of heat forever. The first time he strayed he kissed her eyelids and filled her house with flowers. Ylang Ylang drips more than it drifts. There was no clearing the air. She tried to lose her sadness in Saidi but every twist of her hips only brought her closer to the earth and its primal pounding heart.