Come and enjoy This!!
“Clothing means nothing until someone lives in them.” Marc Jacobs
An Invitation Her modest hem was garrulous, all shouty and and look at me glances setting fire to water, while her demur look was betrayed by the spice of her eyes that stirred tremors, while the silence of her lips was undone by a persuasive smile, an invitation to an awkward tango of discovery, a navigation of moments paper thin, it was then that I remembered to breathe. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
