A Parisienne only dressed with high red heels
Home sweet home.
You have to stay a dreamer and keep your heart's of gold.
Even if you have sometimes to run away high, please come home low.
This ultimate moment, when you return home. You jump out of your red high heels, free your feet from the rise of the lustered leather, you release the pressure from your bra, and your figure leave the tightness of your clothes.
You're free now. Free to be fully yourself, fare from the inquisitor regards of the society.
Warm croissant, hot chocolate (and attitude).
All is a question of exquisite pleasure and delight.
Chocolate will be eruditely used as a first innocent addiction.
It will start by drawing a smile on your lips, covered in a dew freshness and tint as a raspberry.
A croissant that will (certainly) sculpt your hips, but is that a shame?
Last, but not least, some bubbles to give you frivolity, euphoria, exhilaration... excitement. Do we miss something?
Some sparks, some sparkling bubbles... Champagne.
We like witty turns of phrase, from great poets and authors... We like the turbulence that creates in our minds. Enliven it with some music and some Champagne and this day turns into a paradise.
Turn your VPN off to see the backstages.
Running out of Champagne is cardio.
Making more pour decisions than poor ones would be challenging sometimes. But fresh air, even into a glass could help you without moderation... if moderation is yours.
