. . . a pie so delicate, so luscious, that I hope to be propped up on my dying bed and fed a generous portion. Then I think that I should refuse outright to die, for life would be too good to relinquish.
I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.
Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets.
Beautiful, luscious and flowing. Atop the governor's head.
Revenge is a luscious fruit which you must leave to ripen.