Copper
The New Wave Of Desire
My coppery skin still bears the imprint of your kisses, my mouth that of our fluttering dances, and my eyes the reflection of our unspoken games. Nostalgia for a summer that never ends. From this dizzying tumult persist the elegant wisps of our love's harmonies. Each second that trembles on the bridge of sighs is a powerful, unsettling murmur, escaping the scent of your body.