The karakul hats took me back to a stifling summer afternoon in Kiev and the memory of a squadron of Cossack cavalry exercising down a cobbled street […] .

Like a lost chord reflected from always. Yo' name? & she lit up the room w/ this black sensuality that made him toedance around her, trying to tie her up.

to treat a lover floutingly

The lady laughed whinnyingly and probed with questing fingers at her back hair.