She murmured, I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between loves thighs. She stayed quiet a moment. But it takes a mans kiss to put the fire to the metaphor.
She murmured, I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between loves thighs. She stayed quiet a moment. But it takes a mans kiss to put the fire to the metaphor.