Iris

You are pure femininity, a living piece of nature, warm like sunlight on the skin and untamed like a distant wild place. In your presence everything loses its weight and becomes light, almost playful. To touch your velgety skin feels like a gentle pleasure that unfolds softly and effortlessly. When your gentle hands glide over me with cool, fragrant oil, it begins like a game, a smile, a laugh, a tender touch that feels almost accidental. Slowly something changes. The air grows denser. Time begins to slow.