I’m fascinated by the scenery our minds dream up, the places we feel describe what is going on in our minds. Maybe it’s the wanderlust in my own imagination, but it’s a question I’ll silently ask other people: where would you put yourself?

I think of lying on a beach, gleaming golden, and baking in the heat as the warm salty waters lap at us and I pull her to me to taste her now salty flesh and long to take her right then and there on the bleached sand, in the surf, beneath a fiery jealous sun as the undulating waves mimic those of our own…

Thoughts of a beach, heat, warmth, sun. Spring might be here, but summer is only a dream away.

And again I think of those damned delectable lips; lips as delectable and damnable as fabled forbidden fruit. If such lips Eve had possessed, she never would’ve needed anything more to lure Adam to her whims.

Poor, poor Eve. She gets such a bum wrap.