And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind . . . !
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind . . . !