Frisky

My heart is bursting. I love the playfulness captured in this screenshot. Their smiles are filled with delightful desire. The way their fingers are intertwined and AW is grasping AL’s shoulder, bringing her closer, is pure sensual satisfaction. Their noses are even being frisky. The word transcendent comes to mind…unlimited, unconfined, heavenly, other-worldly, inspirational, mystical, and perfect (even in their imperfections). AL & AW are all of these things and this scene captures it. It also makes me wanna hop onto an antique sofa with gold pillows and let my nose play friskily with my lover.

Sidenote, god those dresses and cravats had to have been such thrill kills. That’s why, at all times, I wear a satin body suit with no seams and only one button that, when pressed, makes it fall seamlessly off, fold itself tidily, and slip itself in the nearest corner of the room. When outdoors it digs a hole in the ground and tucks itself in there until I retrieve it. I had them made special by an elderly Grecian seamstress with an extra finger and missing toe. Omg I just realized….did she take one toe and make it a finger to be better at her trade? Perhaps. In any case, she did a great job on my outfit.