II L'Heure Convoitée

It was red she wanted, the blush of excitement, the tumescence of bitten lips strawberry flesh, the carnation in his buttonhole. Moving closer, driving him crazy, shedding her shyness to wrap herself in the steamy, playful, sensuous frills of CRÈME DE MARRON. No more stage fright, just a rhythmic dance in the aura of a velvet stage curtain iris notes, spotlights following her body. Look, here's my velvety shoulder CLOVE NOTES, there are my swaying curves, I vanish the better to come back to you, all legwork and pouting lips. Do you love my legs? The nape of my neck? The small of my back? Look, I'm your lover unveiled at L'HEURE CONVOITÉE, dressed in my powdered skin, my red lingerie red rose notes flying off in a peal of laughter FRESH GREEN NOTES. And what if I said “vous” to you, just for show, like Juliette Gréco singing: “Undress me, but not too soon, not too fast, learn to covet me, captivate me!”. Déshabillez-moi, song written by Robert Nyel and composed by Gaby Verlor