After Baudelaire, ‘Les Bijoux’ (Angol)
Knowing just what I like, she keeps her jewels on when she strips, so stone and metal gleam and clash: she's slave and conqueror in one, light and sound melting in a single dream. She crouches, but won't let herself be loved, fixing her gaze on mine, a tigress tamed by lust and music, a body restless, moved from pose to pose, erotic, unashamed, that sleepy smile enhanced by her vermilion lipgloss; the oiled mahogany other thighs, her arms, her arse; an angel of destruction with childlike candour radiant in her eyes — until the song ends, and the red spotlights flood her dark skin with a pulse that glows like blood. Feltöltő | P. T. |
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