Why I broke form and asked you out
You're a neo-Baroque fantasia— all curliques and hints of Asia. You're a pre-post-modern exotique with a spicy scent of Martinique. You're a candelabra dripping wax on a scroll of parchment set to fax. Y ou're a matron's guilty pleasure and a maiden's secret dream. And I, my friend, fall in between.... Sign in to see full entry.