This one would taste of bursting-ripe virtue, of spice and ocean. Of wet, unsullied thighs and cruelly suppressed vanity.
That's so perfect. I especially like "cruelly suppressed vanity"—you've captured her contradictory impulses, made sense of them, and taught me more about what drives Kendra in this one line than ME ever managed.
I have to confess, though, I can't make sense of the Joyce bit. ::Is confused, wonders if it's just too early in the morning for metaphors.::
Re: Me say daaay-oh!
This one would taste of bursting-ripe virtue, of spice and ocean. Of wet, unsullied thighs and cruelly suppressed vanity.
That's so perfect. I especially like "cruelly suppressed vanity"—you've captured her contradictory impulses, made sense of them, and taught me more about what drives Kendra in this one line than ME ever managed.
I have to confess, though, I can't make sense of the Joyce bit. ::Is confused, wonders if it's just too early in the morning for metaphors.::