She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
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She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s thighs.” She stayed quiet a moment. “But it takes a man’s kiss to put the fire to the metaphor.

— Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
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