J’en perds la boule / I’m losing my “marble”
She came into my life somewhat by chance, one December morning and as soon as I saw her I knew it was her, that now my gaze would never leave her again, never again.
She is so beautiful and sensual, especially when the light meets her, gently lands on her and draws her, naked, staged, in the sun or hidden in a corner, but always sparkling and radiant.
She now accompanies me everywhere and at all times, we never leave each other, perpetually in search of new voluptuous and colorful sensations…
Suddenly a voice pulls me from my dream “Stop dreaming and finish the Christmas tree”
I can only resume my work, almost embarrassed…