All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
sizzle
Such a summer day.
Searing. Humidity almost tangible - one more sliver of a degree and the very air would have been dripping.
Scorching. Clothing is limited. Everything is weighed down within minutes, damp. As few layers as possible.
Sultry. Ms. Simone sounds best on summer's red days - her voice knows heat.
"Love brings such misery and pain / I guess I'll never be the same / Since I fell for you"
We stopped moving in circles, we weren't really dancing, just being near. Too hot to touch. Almost.
Skin.
Slick.
Sticky.
Salty.
Sweat.
soundtrack: Ella Fitzgerald - "Angel Eyes"
Searing. Humidity almost tangible - one more sliver of a degree and the very air would have been dripping.
Scorching. Clothing is limited. Everything is weighed down within minutes, damp. As few layers as possible.
Sultry. Ms. Simone sounds best on summer's red days - her voice knows heat.
"Love brings such misery and pain / I guess I'll never be the same / Since I fell for you"
We stopped moving in circles, we weren't really dancing, just being near. Too hot to touch. Almost.
Skin.
Slick.
Sticky.
Salty.
Sweat.
soundtrack: Ella Fitzgerald - "Angel Eyes"
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