Must admit, I'm jealous; how could I not think up "black-lace thoughts"? Or to quote that passage from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lillie_de_Hegermann-Lindencrone 's wonderful oevre about how she is gliding off the giant royal bed of the then Italian King because of silk sheets and has to hold on to the railing to save her life? Or, for that matter, the line about having my hand held why? sorry; typo: while! I say nothing at all...ah, the loss. No cherries in my snow either, red doesn't really suit me but someone writing copy was clearly wearing a Prufrock frock. So much unattained carnal love and no cigar, not even a glass of red, red whine!
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Date: 2016-01-27 02:32 am (UTC)Cherries in the Snow sounds like it could be a kind of dessert, though (perhaps a variation on Cherries Jubilee).
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Date: 2016-01-27 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-28 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-29 03:32 am (UTC)