Wednesday, December 1

Luscious

Sometimes, things are frankly luscious. Really. And when they're luscious, I want them to last forever, to take the moment and stretch it out, to connect and last. To pack it up and take it home, if you know what I mean. And bring it into the real life. Really. And on the off chance it could, I might. Or at least, I'd like to stretch the moment out.