Raymond Matts Aura de Parfum, Pashay
For all of those times you wished the sun would never set, that one day, an hour even, might last a million years. She’s spent all day bathing in seawater and so much light that now against white sheets she is the color of earth and olives. Her skin, warm and round against his palms, whispers that story. It’s a salty little secret for his lips alone.