JEOPARDY OF SEDUCTION: playful discoveries – to be tried for the precious of one’s self

Hello everyone,

I propose a game,

There is a gift for each of you who is willing to participate: this game is the discovery of your self in fragrance and sensuality, or a possible reminiscence of a past life… This gift will be assistance in composing a massage oil tailored to your emotions and emotional temperament…

But in the meantime: time for the Game…
Are you, without knowing it,
Cleopatra - Colette - Sarah Bernhardt - Chopin - Napoleon…

Have you experienced the life of a soldier, a witch, a beggar, a queen, a high-ranking Eastern dignitary...

So why not play along and try to imagine or recall how this is an announcement of the transmission of knowledge and extraordinary sensuality…

To do this, a small journey is necessary… however, it must not be a reflection of what you are experiencing at the moment, but rather of the reading of what you would have wished for, or at least assumed, in your inner life, like an unfinished or inaccessible dream…

To answer the questions, clear your mind and visualize an image; it can be a forest, a path, a seaside landscape, and let your desires speak… your self.

• 3 words and attitudes that you like
• Which parental image do you prefer?
• Which little girl or little boy would you be suited to as a parent?
• Which scents do you find repulsive, and which ones please you?
• Which country appeals to you?
• Which place bothers you
• What time of day appeals to you the most?
• Which fruits and foods would you like to taste on a permanent basis?
• Which piece of furniture delights you?
• What object is troubling you?
• What does the word "touch" evoke for you?
• What is your approach to jewelry?
  And finally, the last one: what piece of clothing would you like to wear?

Thank you to those who will participate in this game; it will also allow me to answer your various questions about the scents and ointments that suit you.

Take your time to respond; don't force it—it must be serene, free, and guided by your inner self, with trust in that process.

And don’t forget that this is not tied to your current life, but to what you would like… what you have buried within yourself, sometimes out of fear, sometimes because of life’s circumstances, sometimes due to an oversight… sometimes also out of ignorance, sometimes also because the karmic stage did not foresee this… but it doesn’t matter, it is here now…

a carefreeness that would like to dress you in it permanently…
like the sensuality of the fairies…

And I thank you for that.
Best regards to you all

Hello Ovide!

I am Napoleon without knowing it…
I have experienced life as a soldier.

• 3 words and attitudes that you like
  Tolerance, love, happiness.
  Seeing happy, smiling people.

• What kind of parent do you like?
  The image of complicity.

• Which little girl or little boy would you be suited to as a parent?
  A happy child.

• Which scents do you find repulsive, and which ones do you find delightful?
  What I find repulsive is the smell of the sewers.
  The one that delights me is the strawberry one.

• Which country appeals to you?
  Asia in general…

• Which place is troubling you?
  The cellars and the attics.

• What time of day appeals to you the most?
  The evening and the night.

• Which fruits and foods would you like to taste sustainably?
  Fishing.

• Which piece of furniture delights you?
  A library.

• Which object is troubling you?
  A needle.

• What does the word "touch" evoke for you?
  To me, it evokes sensuality and the forbidden.

• What is your approach to jewelry?
  I prefer emerald-style stones.

And finally, the last one: what piece of clothing would you like to wear?
A garment that allows me freedom of movement and opinion.

Best regards
Kisses

The magician.

Yes, it’s quite a journey to face Herod!

Or Methuselah, it is said that his age was nine hundred and forty-nine years.
In light of your choices...

You have a timeless sensuality, somewhat chameleon-like yet fully confident.

This immediately expresses four plants or the word Abracadabra

4 elements of the plant kingdom:

Cedar for its mystical and enveloping side

The noble laurel, for it is the manifestation of glory not in its frantic pursuit but in its very essence, the glorified one…

Sandalwood, for its warmth and refinement, is reputed to elevate spirituality.

Mistletoe, Viscum album, which has the particularity of creating and directing energies in the peace of the being and its renewal… love also creates letting go in this regard…

And also of those reminiscences that allow you to help, to be there as a guide, a servant, and an enlightened man…

The scholarly conjugation of love, the fact that tolerance has its limits, and that yours, judging by your responses, is vulgarity—you hate it. What makes you run away is not the vulgar word, not the words themselves, but the attitude, and the thought behind it…

It seems that many of your past lives were in female forms… A beautiful woman, very sensual, defiant, rebellious, and reigning. From Duchess to Queen, but also as a lady-in-waiting to Russian empresses…

Yes, you mention Napoleon at the beginning of your response, but I don't perceive that in your answers.

For the soldier character, perhaps… but in Persia, I would place it as Themistocles, a shrewd Athenian strategist, reigning.

I would also attribute to you the potential of a great surgeon, perhaps Guillaume Dupuytren, who was an adventurer against his will from a very young age before becoming, without a doubt, the greatest surgeon of the nineteenth century.

Yes, complicity is very important, but it often changes; it seems you have never breathed it in enough, or at least have not defined it much. Can we define complicity when we are in its spirit? Perhaps we should define it or occupy it; if we had to assign it a card, it would be the House of God in that regard…

Yes, the night, for it is synonymous with rest and, at the same time, with celebration—the celebration of its essence, where one can extract the beauty from within, put it in the service of the day, and await at dawn the harvest of life.

The scents of the night invite one to introspection, but also to that beyond-the-walls side, like Asia and …

I’ll stop here, Magic, but I’ll put together the rest as soon as possible—not that I can’t, but your responses are like a triptych…

I hope the answer will first and foremost amuse you and honor you…
And then there is also this nobility that seems to shut itself off within you…

Your choice of emerald suits you; you must have certainly worn a ring with an emerald in a past life, though I’m not sure…

This is a game above all else…
As for the oil, one thing is certain: the ingredients will be black seed oil and a few drops of sandalwood…

Best regards
Lolly

Hi there, fakey

Glad to see you live up to your reputation as a busy woman... And yes, you don't mess with a winning team, right???

So here are my answers:

• harmony, complicity, communication,
• complicitous and protective parent
• A little red-haired, giggly girl with a bit of a witchy vibe (a little Gemini—me, I’m taking her, fair warning to the enthusiasts ;))
• I’m disgusted by tripe, by human sweat (though not all sweat is the same), but the sweat of my ghost of a husband is perfectly fine with me, and the fresh, marine scents reassure me.
• Argentina, for its melting pot stemming from immigration (Southern Europe),
• the moment when the sun sets and the sky turns pink around 6:30–7:00 PM, especially when the weather is nice,
• Cream cakes are my guilty pleasure; I’m a sugar addict.
• I love old secretaries in varnished old wood in pastel colors,
• an earring with a black Baccarat crystal,
• A reassuring pat on the shoulder from my man or a strong man Yes, yes, I'm going out with Casper ;)),
• I like paper and water,
• red thigh-high boots

Here you go, and kisses to you

Dear Lolly, I'm getting into the game, here are my answers:
1) To love, to give, to laugh.
2) A lived experience: my parents are on the grass during a picnic, and I am up high on a rock; we are all doing well, and everyone is laughing.
3) my children.
4) the fish
freshly cut grass, rain on hot earth
5) the islands
6) the churches and the cemeteries.
7) the night
8) mango, orange, cherries, plums.
9) an old vase that belonged to my late mother-in-law
10) my tarot cards
11) pleasure, sweetness, communication.
12) symbolic jewelry that has lived a history
13) a pantsuit.

There you go, Lolly, see you soon, I can’t wait to read from you. Have a good day. EVE.

Sorry Lolly, I skipped the first question, so I would see myself as Cleopatra. Bye. EVE.

Hello Lolly!

It is with great pleasure that I will play this game with you…

Who was I? I don't know, but I know that my name is inspired by an American spy... according to what my father told me...

3 words: tenderness, teasing, wonder
3 attitudes: a smile, a frank gaze, the act of creating

loving, serene, and fulfilled parents
a cheerful, alert, and curious child eager to learn

The smell of decomposition repulses me
The scent of a little one and that of a loved one bring me joy, as do the scents of the forest and of nature…

Poland, Germany, the Netherlands, and Ireland are countries that appeal to me.

Churches are places that unsettle me.

In the morning, when the rising sun streams in through the window, that is the moment of the day I prefer.

I would like to savor the raspberry and chocolate flavors in a lasting way.

I love old chests of all kinds

Weapons disturb me.

The word “touch” evokes for me tenderness, comfort, generosity, sharing, intimacy, sensuality, love…

My approach to jewelry is creative; I like to wear pieces I make myself, except for one ring that I wear, which was given to me by a friend who had found it… let’s say I like them to have a story, a history…

I would really like to wear clothes that I make myself, original yet simple, comfortable yet elegant and sensual... clothes that truly reflect my personality...

Here you go, my sweet Lolly, I think it's all there!

Thank you for this very pleasant little exercise, and I can’t wait to see what it inspires you…

With affection,
Barbie

Hello my muse, I’m going to play your game and I can’t wait for you to reply to me
I am nobody
and I am everyone

3 words and attitudes that I like
sincerity, respect, generosity

attitude: genuine laughter

Image of the parents I like:
those who love each other sincerely

image of the child
that of a loved and fulfilled child

The scents I like and those
fields, those of the pine and eucalyptus forest, and that of the sea

The smells I find most repulsive
the smell of decaying flesh

The country that attracts me the most: China

The place that unsettles me the most: the cemetery

The time of day I prefer: the night after midnight

My favorite fruits and foods
sweet citrus fruits

The furniture that delights me the most
a wonderful bedroom

The thing that troubles me the most: MAN

The word "touch" evokes in me all sensual taboos and the need to lower all the defensive walls built to avoid being hurt anymore

My jewelry, stones, and crystals: AMBER

my favorite clothes that I love wearing because of their material and the linen

 Á OVIDE MA MUSE AVEC TOUTE MON AMITIER    


          ISA

Hello Starm… (beloved kitty)

You are handsome.
You need to move.
You have to like it
Rita Mitsouko said

Hail! Spartacus, the slave who made Rome tremble…
He was known for his legendary charisma...

But may I also invite you to read the character of Giovanni Caboto
who was an active businessman and had associated with men from all walks of life, sailors, shipbuilders, cartographers, scholars, and members of the Venetian government …

hence, perhaps, this affection for paper and water, and everything associated with them…

Communication, yes, you are so elegantly attired, and your precision is a formidable weapon; in other days, you would have been a Lady, and Dumas would have been unsettled by the reality of your gaze…

But why, then, do you seek the reckless in affection, when the terrain is different from what calls to you, this revolt of the past is still there…

It looks like …
Yes, 6:30 PM, it’s neither night nor day, it’s the beginning of the evening; you resemble that—you cannot be an end but a beginning, and as Guitry would say: I only love the beginnings of scenes… That is where one understands the full importance of one’s emotions…

Emotive, just like Rosalina's essence...

You are not cut out for the backstage, for the magnificent dimension you achieve on the front stage, you have the art of blending seduction and the spoken word; in another era, one might almost suppose you could have been “Sarah Bernhardt,” at the very least, you have the ingredients within you…

If you get the chance to find some photos of her, there are slight physical similarities, but they are there.

Your vocabulary is in motion, blossoming like your senses, always on the lookout for a lover to share with… your sensuality is influential, very…

I could almost be led to believe that you were in the Ottoman Empire in a past life; one already thinks of Suleiman the Magnificent—not that you were him, but at least you were influential, in the court of that monarch…

Isn't this little girl actually a little boy with long red hair, a child linked to the You that Oscar Wilde sometimes knew how to rewrite?

Perhaps it would be interesting to read this book: The Brief Childhood of Corrado Alvaro…

Red hair is a sign of rarity, just as your sensuality is not that of an exhibitionist but that of the alcove: too present, too demonstrative, and yet fragile, subtle as well—shh, one word too many and… If the other’s gaze could palpate it in a tracking shot, it would understand, right there, the entire complexity and beauty of the desire it will gather throughout your kiss…

Make me think of telling you the story of a fairy with hair the color of fire, as well as a very interesting Indian legend…

What would Merlin say? He would say: this being is a magic potion, can we compete against him? No!

The wedding band, the scent of the wedding band, that is what you exude, the longing, the desire to be united with you, on your finger there is that wedding band, engraved with initials, but also the deep respect of its wearer…

You certainly had a very loving husband, very close to you, yet his absence hurt you deeply; was he a sailor, or perhaps a man wrongly convicted, in the style of the Dreyfus affair…

Or is the Count of Monte Cristo not in himself what you are today, the alliance of strength and conviction, and a great chivalry in you.

It’s a shame you don’t let that past come back, because you are like the very structure of an essence, creative and not contemplative (amused smiles).

We can’t end on your sensuality like that… You’re not a question mark but an exclamation point, and you have control over the comma; you just need to taste your reminiscences (re-mi-ni-sens).

You are like a satin kimono or those long brocaded dresses favored by Imperial China; it suits you well, an imperial sensuality…

Your sensuality cannot find balance without a counterpart who is both daring and gentle, tender, demonstrative, loving, yet also a complicit partner in motion, who surprises you, who leads you to the end of life’s pier, without harm and without endless self-doubt…

Your childhood still leaves its mark on you, that side of you that led you to realize early on that you were different, because you are a Gatherer, don’t forget it!

Because yours is just like that, all movement, all desire, all turmoil too, you’d think you even carry it in your shadow… wise and exuberant at the same time, very often…

Incense elixir…
Cedarwood for its balancing properties: 5 drops
Cineole rosemary, renowned for its dual properties, being both Yin and Yang, is also an excellent intellectual tonic…: 7 drops
Rosewood for its slightly floral yet masculine side: 6 drops
Black pepper: 4 drops
Cardamom: 9 drops
Coriander: 3 drops
And all of this in 15 ml of diluted Precious Oil of Coconut or Violet
I leave a kiss on your path and cover your feet with fragrant flowers from the Syrian Orange Tree…

Thank you for coming to join me in the game of Senses…

If you need any clarification, I’m here, but I think you’ll get the point, probably this sensuality all in harmony… smiles

Lolly

Good evening, surprising Lady.

lolly

A character?
I would be Chopin

3 words and attitudes:
- peace, calm, sharing, serenity, cheerfulness

an image of parents:
- united and sincere parents
a suitable little girl
spontaneous and lively
repugnant odors
- wet asphalt, licorice
hihihi the vomit
a good smell
I love jasmine and lavender, the poet’s carnation, and different flowers together
The freshly cut, damp grass, the hay ready to be put away in the barn, the smells in the kitchen, whether it’s pastries or various dishes

A country that appeals to me:
—those where culture dictates that they live with nature and the sun (Asia or South America, but also the Aborigines in Australia and the Native Americans)

Which place bothers me:
-cities

A moment of the day:
- in the evening, at night with the stars

A fruit or food to taste for a long time:
grape apricot strawberry pineapple, a good mushroom sauce and chocolate aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh yes but that’s something else

A piece of furniture that delights me:
an old-fashioned hutch (like the ones we had at home in Switzerland)

A disturbing object:
- a mirror

the word "toucher":
tenderness and caresses

My approach to jewelry:
- Discreet simplicity, earrings

A piece of clothing I would like to wear:
long low-cut dress

Here is Lolly, thank you for sharing your knowledge, your desires, and above all your joy with us.
I'm hugging you

Pat

Ode to Eve – Eve in her infancy…

One touches a body and sensuality offers itself in one's hands
A beaded necklace appeals to the senses, drops of pleasure slide down its throat
…

The precious one warms to the sound of a sigh

slip and touch the man's hand
An orchid reveals itself to the breath of the lips

She was a touching woman, ...

To offer, like Paul Gauguin, the colors of the islands, and with the caress of his canvases, to make time lie down, vahiné, for the duration of a stroke of a silk brush.

Eve and the tree of knowledge,
Worthy heir of Abraham's homeland
Sarah in other times… bent over her own, her body so loving, so slippery, all river
She had the nonchalance of the beloved who covered her body even in her deepest nakedness…

The heliotrope that turns toward the sun and torments...
To this is added a desire to see time not in its duration but in what it holds in its horology and ticking, much like laughter that rhythms and soothes one's senses.

That woman knew the secret of the temples
She served the druid in a nymph-like manner, and at each solstice she bathed with the Unicorn… the purity with which she innocently brushed the keys of the imagination…

A sensuality that is both irrational yet innate and ancient, very…

Maupassant would have loved it one evening, an evening when his demons, in the form of inconsistent short stories in his time, brought artists and other worldly devotees of the esoteric and the supernatural to his table…

Those evenings with their smiles, defying their laughter…
Some nights, they could still dress her up…

Was Houdini, the great Houdini, a charlatan, or had he truly opened the doors to the unfathomable? Who are you, woman in stunning attire? Is that the sign of your affection, the peacock’s tail or the tailored trousers in our century? Smiles…

Jasmine for its moving and night-infused quality = 10 drops
Champaca for its delicacy and its rich, smooth aromas with honeyed notes, like the pleasure that accompanies you: 10 drops
Seiringa for its floral, delicate, and fragrant notes, like a poet's jasmine: 10 drops
All of this in a Tiaré oil bath…

like an offering to this woman's sweetness and in homage to her vast pleasure…

Yes, the cut grass, the smell of the druids…

A kiss for you, pretty girl…
How shall I live otherwise than in languor,
When I find an immortal offspring
Love that hatched and was incubated in my heart… Pierre Ronsard

Barbie bubble… ball bar, Barbie pou pou pi dou!!!

Mata Hari isn't enough for your sensuality, or else she should be conjugated in the plural!

Anyway, anyway

A plural, sensual sensibility… broken down like a geisha…

Shh!
An image of shoulders
a sliding of stoles that strolls bubble
The joy at the wedding, colored tattoo…

Her kiss is a tattoo… Florentine Tine, overcharged yet too zen… Electra

My little vanilla-benzoin Electra,

An unknown resistor, one of those who steps into the background not out of humility, but out of awareness of the harm caused by publicity...

You are like the tuberose, allied with the pomander

I await the day when the ship sets sail, for through suffering all trials are overcome.

Plural, oh yes, miss…

An elegant Florentine courtesan or a noblewoman of the English Court… you slip into each role with disarming naturalness, and slip in incense-laden certainties…

A muffled burst of laughter… in the doorway…

And it's not over

Emile Nelligan, literary author or rebellious muse of Symbolist poets such as Verlaine, Baudelaire, Rodenbach, Rollinat, and Edgar Poe.

But also like the music of Chopin and Paderewski

More, oh! Yes…

Lovely skin of intoxication, the tart flavor of early raspberries, you kiss the lips of your sigh and stir up a bohemian turmoil…

Little artist of tender colors
A little gem from the Portal of the conquest of the Wild West…

Yes, me too…
Charles V, whose personality has remained largely elusive, why it was so conquering…

Second movement…

A small multiple ikebana with satin kitsuke… a wonderful dancer in kanzaka, your jiuta-mai are a marvel

Shh!
After creating La Lune, Les Sables blancs, and then Attractions étranges, she sets off to conquer the West...

What a woman that conqueror is…

Where are your colts? You thought I’d let this slide, well, you’re wrong…

Little Pythoness, go!

I was 13 when I ditched Willy for Plume Latraverse, who was singing country—without my realizing it—with her boyfriend Cassonade-Faulkner: “Drunk as a bottle.”

Found: a vanilla air-purifying cowboy hat for my West…

Anyway, my darling, anyway…

So you can see that you know the guys, proof being that you borrowed their cases...

But a note, a divine note… that of confiding a secret to you…

Your sensuality is plural, still untamed, but…
The garment is fabulous and the journey infinite, for you tattoo desire with all its conquests…

To that I offer…
The word: Tuberous, for its vertigo rodeo: 12 drops

Then, in the lasso: Labdanum for its woody scent: 14 drops

Can I fix spurs: red mandarin for its strange, unsettling look

Hue is a mare, so don’t rear up yet: vetiver, for its post-conquest grounding…: 8 drops

In a ranch of precious, violet-scented, gourmet oil…

Quoi qu'il en soit
Kiss
Lolly

Hi Lolly,

I gladly play along with your little game, which reminds me of the Chinese portrait

Character
Whom I admire more than anyone: Marie Curie
Who I feel connected to: Maria Callas

3 words and attitudes
life, happiness, respect

Ideal parents
responsible, serene, and happy

Ideal little girl
Intelligent and cheerful

Repulsive smell
the mango (don't know why it's explained)

Nice smell
chocolate, the vegetation after a heavy rain

Evocative or attractive country
My country of the heart: Greece, and all those located in a hot and humid climate

Disturbing place
places of worship and cemeteries

Moment of the day
The sun at the zenith

Fruit or food to taste sustainably
chocolate, grapes, and apples

Furniture that delights my pleasure
A secretary with hidden compartments

Disturbing object
A repulsive fetish

To touch
To see what the eyes do not see

Jewelry
They must be sober, elegant, and original.

Clothing
Sheath dress

Ta-da
Kisses, my beautiful
Happy Easter to everyone
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Hi Lolly, I have just one word to say: BRAVO!!! Your response moved me and I saw myself in it. Thank you again. All that’s left is for me to read your study on my perfume, and I’ll be completely satisfied. Have a very good day. EVE.

Hello Magic,

The second movement of the triptych…

There are sensibilities that call for contemplation; yours is both contemplative and intuitive.

The peach embodies roundness and softness; its taste transports you to the heart of its fruit, and nestled within its pit lies the almond… both bitterness and tenderness.

Your senses seem to be composed in this way, at once in multiple pursuit and yet in the philosopher’s stone, eternal… you do not seem to be dependent on your senses, but it is like a thread necessary to your flourishing…

A contemplative sensuality, steeped in mystery, it looks like an illustrated album; perhaps you were also a naturalist or a painter. You seem linked to that lineage of post-avant-garde neo-realist painters; everything seems colored, even the gray carries nuances.

Yes: Magic! The username is interesting…

Sin is a venial matter for you! And you know how to play with it, captivating the alchemy of the other, not to possess them, but as an initiator of a possibility…

You have a wandering sensuality; in continuation of this, a name: that of Thoth, who was the inventor of alchemy. This king of the Fourth Dynasty is the one who had the greatest of the Pyramids built around 2800 BC…

The name of Jean Lavite, a painter from the city of Arras, also comes to mind. I don’t know much about his story, but he was burned for witchcraft by the Inquisition. At that time, anyone who was loving or helpful was burned, as being different was not tolerated.

Quite a legacy, your sensuality; it seems so simple, and yet it confounds many who taste it.

… I will come back for the rest, so as not to rush this contemplation …

They say that sensuality is a book to be read…

Touch and its prohibition… yes, interesting…

see you later
for the rest…

Lolly

Hello Lolly!

I read the second part of your triptych about me with great interest.

I am troubled by the truthfulness of your analyses, which you manage to explain with gentleness and poetry!
Sensuality is the very essence of approach and life; it is what allows us to taste the forbidden fruit, which we nonetheless savor with pleasure as we surrender to that taboo called sensuality and desire!
Seduction and sensuality, suggesting an expression or pursuit of feelings…

I can't wait to read the rest.
In any case, I congratulate you on your work.

To everyone…
The magician.

Dear Azénians,

Don't take my pauses in response as a lapse in memory, but I operate based on what I feel…
I won't forget you…
And I would answer you with the preciousness of who you are
and with the love and respect you deserve..
Just give me time to gather my wits and capture the movement of this tribute that you deserve…

They say that the senses are an infinite score; thank you for allowing me to do this, to savor and share it with you…

There is also a sense of play in appreciating the discovery, and I thank you for that...

Best regards
Lolly

Hello again, Lolly,

I am an unaware Mata Hari…
And I was a witch in a past life.

• 3 words and attitudes that you like: Power - Magnetism - Quiet Strength

• Which image of a parent do you like: Happy...

• Which little girl or little boy would you be suited to as a parent: A tender, lovable, and mischievous child.

• Which scents do you find repulsive, and which do you find delightful? I am repelled by body odors, while clean scents and essential oils comfort me.

• Which country appeals to you: Japan

• Which place bothers you: The Attics, the Caves…

• What time of day appeals to you the most: The fall of night when the sky is in between…

• Which fruits and foods would you like to taste permanently: Pain - Lawyers

• Which piece of furniture delights you: my bed, or a nice sofa… and also a media unit.

• Which item is troubling you: My Arabian dagger — a revolver…

• What does the word “touch” evoke for you? Softness and taboo

• What is your approach to jewelry: Silver-toned, understated jewelry that lends a certain charisma…

And finally, the last one: what outfit would you like to wear? A small, well-cut and cut-out tunic-dress…

There you go… thank you.

Hello Lolly!

I wish a Happy Birthday to a fabulous and exceptional woman, fresh, inventive, sensual, generous, full of Love, of pleasures, of joy, of humor, of tenderness, of intensity… and even more, always more than I could ever express… A whole woman, surprising, elusive and full, overflowing with energy and unsuspected resources… Sometimes you settle on a shoulder to whisper happiness into the hollow of an ear, to caress a lost soul, uncertain of the meaning of its existence, to gently awaken the authentic being that sleeps deep within the unconscious, and much more, always more than I could ever express… You were born on a spring day like a flower with the scent of sensual fulfillment, like a bud full of promises of blossoming, like the beginning of a new cycle, like a drop of hope sliding mischievously on a blade of green grass… and for all of this, for your words that always find the path leading to the truth of my being, for the small miracle that you are… I want to say thank you!

I adore you!!!

Barbizouxxx

Pat,

A letter to Élise, no doubt…

I would add …

With a novelistic and romantic sensuality, Bilitis would have loved to capture yours with a Kodakmatic

I come here in the rainy season,
for I can sing of the flowers,
and the song rejoices my heart.
The waters of the flowers form a kind of foam,
and my heart was intoxicated".
The Ball of Nezahualcóyotl

Your sensuality reminds me of a Mayan story, that of Emperor Pacal.

Royalty was normally passed from father to son among the Maya. Pacal’s father was not a king, but his mother and his great-grandmother were both powerful women who truly reigned.

Even though he was not the son of a king, Pacal advanced a bulletproof reason to justify his claim to the throne. He explained that this change had been predetermined by the gods.

To legitimize his claims, he declared that his mother was the incarnation of the First Mother, who had created the gods and humans. This meant that Pacal was the son of a goddess…

It seems that accepting this requires the man’s agreement to this possibility on your senses…
Like this whole enslavement thing...

I dedicate this ode to you…

Sublime is the moment when I discover you fragile
A mix of laughter and sculpted clay
Your velvet in fullness
I wait for you there where you place your eroding words
Little magnetic mistral, let me stay a little longer
And again...
To accompany you without fear of devouring…

A sensuality in renaissance, both bound and unbound… your blossoming seems to arise only through the trust one grasps in this…

She was a queen, a princess not of those ennobled by birth, but she was, in that regard, since time immemorial…

Fine lavender, for its gentle aura of tranquility: 10 drops

Petitgrain for its harmonious balance at birth: 7 drops

Rhododendron for its state of floral accompaniment: 6 drops

Sandalwood for its stability in welcoming: 11 drops

And all of this in a bath of frangipane oil…

A kiss for you

Lolly