romysmell

this cold aquatic freshness lovingly settles on the skin, soapy clean, smooth, almost too perfect. like water that reveals nothing and yet invites. underneath it starts to pull. milky softness that becomes heavy, ambroxan, warm and salty, close...

l e o. he does not enter. he sneaks. like a lion, with a silky gaze, born from warm twilight. no roaring, just the whisper of mandarin peel from Sicily's golden glow, bergamot a hint of courage, and orange, dancing on the tongue like desire. kumquat kisses...