Saturday, January 10, 2015
One of my gentlemen friends told me the other day...
...that he dreamt of a woman sitting on a deep rouge upholstered sofa, a highball glass
filled with Flor de Caña rum sweetened with Agave nectar and garnished
with a clove, voices worn out by cigarettes and the late hour. What an
atmosphere...what a woman...he imagined that she was me. That this was my
aesthetic. Men. Such glorious creatures. <3
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