Opening the terrace doors, the thunder's reverberation rolls through the room. Threads of falling water glint a skein of gold in the candle light.I turn to you, stretched out on burgundy velvet, bound with black silk cords, skin glowing white...
Opening the terrace doors, the thunder's reverberation rolls through the room. Threads of falling water glint a skein of gold in the candle light.I turn to you, stretched out on burgundy velvet, bound with black silk cords, skin glowing white...