redmess

oh goddessSheila my love

for you we -"we" being april and myself, your moon sisters- are throwing a masquerade ball at a house on a hill.
we will dress up in my finest frocks, bedeck ourselves in baubles, scarves, and hats, from my ever exPLODING closet of galore.
rouge our cheeks, lips, and other...
scent our sweet necks
and dance, intoxicate, LOVE until dawn.

see you tomorrow, girl. the desert is waiting.