this is how sunday afternoon should fade into night…
the sweet tart taste of champagne and orange, full bodied deep brown black coffee, molten chocolate cake too early in the afternoon, the lightheaded pleasure of 3 drinks in at 3.30, skin on skin, arms wrapped around, the soft caress of hands in hair. Warm air on bodies, blankets with the kiss of mohair tangled in limbs, the strewn trail of debauchery - clothes, a scarf still attached to headboard, a spluttering candle, garish discarded plastic wrappers, massage oil, massive attack. Cheese and carrs crackers, olives.