boudoir the spirit of the century lost through her. a brassy smile, wild hair, legs that could kick and scream all night with just the right coaxing. his darling deceit with waist so lean and slim. "smile for me, sweetheart" he'd say, and she'd flash him that grin with a little something else. out there in the sun on a bright day her hat was the only thing between them and their run for freedom. the sun would blink every so often and capture her effigy. while his pupils contracted he'd see his snapshot and remember the very way she inched her skirt just a little bit higher. << [heart] >> scribble me your heart