If you could craft the perfect date, how long would you wait to kiss?
Sunset, the cheque, the room (doubtful)? 

  Nowadays, intimacy is rushed, sensuality passed over and sexuality literally laid bare. The legacy of romance belongs only to a few. 
     Yes, my presence turns heads, my hand in yours is a quiet mnemonic of the man, not just his status.
But I have a feeling that we'd rather get lost in each other than the crowd.

     Côte d'Azur sun and your finger tracing droplets on my back. Catching your gaze lingering on my soft lips as I sip the very good grüner at the very cozy wine bar. 
Let's leave the rote scripts of seduction to others and find each other instead.
     The only bookings are the favourite novel you gift me,
or the love notes scribbled on hotel pads as you sneak away for your meeting or I dash to barre. 

     I collect beautiful experiences like seashells on the beach. 
I live exactly as I please, one chapter at a time. I adore the man who brings my desires to life and adventures with me. 
 
     The more ambitiously I live, the more I realise that the most enviable collection is not full of Pateks, but a vault of stories, adventures and thrilling secrets. 
It may be time to add to your cache.