Le Regard Libre N° 30 - Loris S. Musumeci
A young woman is walking down the street. Her light dress gives her two slender legs a waltz-like movement. Languid. Striated in pastel yellow and light blue, the linen garment complements the poetry of her lower body. The waist is shaped with grace and subtlety, and the bust is skin-tight but airy. A breath of life in full swing.
The discreet girl sits quietly on the terrace of a café. Her feet, clad in shiny ballerinas, cross under the woven wooden chair. Once she's settled in with modesty, the moment is ripe for the revelation of an ineffable face. As soon as the veil of dark glasses is removed, a few specks of beauty fly into the still, burning sun.
And the hair, a light chestnut fresher than glacier water, slides straight down to the back. Like a wave, the sway of her head gives her straight neck a precious breath. This woman is complete. Sublime. Irresistible. It's summertime.
Each season has its harvest: nostalgia in autumn, rest in winter, rebirth in spring, and desire in summer. August's heat will make bodies sing, and ladies' lips dance with suppleness. A sensual program awaits. And before the legs of the queens of our hearts cover themselves, sending desire back to its cave, it's time to rejoice without hindrance or expectation.
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