Wish Magical Nights Chopard 2008

Covered in gray.
We lie here together.
The night has enveloped our bodies.
Stars, everywhere. Here and there.
So close to touch.
The moon shapes the sketches.
Bright and laughing. And gray.

The coolness has long been torn away,
for we warm each other up.
Through love, through the body.
With every heartbeat and every breath,
that we feel when we move even closer together.
The moon shapes the sketches.
Bright and laughing. And gray.

We whisper softly,
so as not to disturb the wind as it sweeps through the landscape.
Then we share a long silence,
to preserve all of this, to preserve us.
I gently lean against your chest,
disappearing into a cozy dream.
The moon shapes the sketches.
Bright and laughing. And gray.

You picked me flowers.
That I spread around us.
Their intoxicating scent is caught by a delicate sweetness,
which then grows stronger.
Vanilla comes to both our minds.
How we would love to shovel tons of vanilla pudding into ourselves.
Round and full,
rolling around somewhere.
The moon shapes the sketches.
Bright and laughing. And gray.

My lips taste of berries,
as I have devoured a whole basket.
You can’t help it,
but to taste them.
Take the sweet shine
from my lips.
The moon shapes the sketches.
Bright and laughing. And gray.

Wish Magical Nights is a beautiful vanilla gourmand.
Better said, a vanilla pudding that patchouli luxuriously lays into.
On top of that, crunchy berries that are quickly eaten up.
Everything dipped in the gray of the moon. A night owl scent. Deep and sensual, long-lasting.

Wish Magical Night is like the laughing moon.
Familiar and round.

So we both mentally wrap a lasso around the moon.
Pull it down from the sky.
The moon shapes the sketches.
Bright and laughing. And gray.