Intoxication

It was not her eyes, Raven-black and glinting; No it was not they. It was not the piled silks of her hair; Nor even the exquisite trappings of her status, For she was Geisha, One of the forbidden ones, Those of powder and pomade. Not even the look, glance, demure raising of lashes That enraptured, […]

Midnight Geisha

It wasn’t her perfect figure, raven hair, nor exquisite taste in clothing that mesmerised me, but her scent. She smelled of Himalayan blood orchids, so rare as to be known to only a few of the mountain people and myself, of course. Part adventurer, part scientist, I had stumbled my way across Asia until I […]