by Peter Vegas Welshman
In Defense of the passionate.
It was official the committee approved 3 months of love:
Against white columns pouring down showers of rainwater, in the green forest of the balding cypress, with water overflowing of honey and lavender; amongst hundreds of linen patterned percale sheets, and embroidered Turkish pillows– he tasted every last drop of the cup cake he longed for– the blue frescoed ceilings; the fine French tile, the black modern fixtures, and the plush four-inch pile teal rug, one could never forget, how he lapped every essence of her in… for years, no one knew. 475 more words