Superlatives of Love

I’ve focussed a lot on H-E’s superlatives, which are abundant. Not to be funny, nor to be a conman, a grifter, nor to be a PR executive working on Madison Avenue, ‘stead of Broadway.

H-E was a ffffassssion plate. A fffffashista, fffffasssshisssta good looking good loving woman, capable of giving more, and deserving of the getting, than anywhere on planet earth, or the final fleeting swaztika morning delight.