:o Jacques Lafitte? (send me your muse’s first name and I’ll tell you aesthetics I associate with that name!!)
Jacques makes me think of lanky, lazy legs resting atop a ship’s deck with a hat pulled low, of sea shanties being sung with rough voices between bouts of bellowing laughter, of that first breath of ocean air when you reach the coast and how it fills your lungs with a special type of euphoria, of wind-swept hair, of dashing smirks on a face that you shouldn’t trust but can’t resist, of those hints of danger lurking in a low and husky voice that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, of weakened knees and blushing cheeks and lips curling to make someone who doesn’t giggle do it like a schoolgirl.
Thank you, lovely! @string-meese
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