Etro - Magot
[Etro_Magot]

Etro - Magot

Pulled curtains, closed window shops, sunbeams fall through the cracks. The sleepy moment after perfect love.
Metresses of a long past time, of completed beauty, on red velvet lies her in the twilight, coated from mysterious erotism.

On her skin  is a play of roses, a smell of freshpicked iris and vanilla . A scarf covered half a lamp screen and wraps the room into a mysterious light. A spicy smell, in which weight and Harsh ones lie in a lovely embrace.