Glance... The eye is flowing smoothly along the curves, following lines, resting in the deeps of shadows and enjoying the flares of light on the body.
Touch, the first one is only mentally. The skin is resilient, it breathes, radiating warmth. The skin is wet, it is shining and trembling softly like a leaf on the autumn cherry tree waiting for the last gust of wind.
Breathing-in, breathing out, motion and calmness, chastity and depravity. Immodest bodies are playing with light reflecting it by their arches and embracing into cavities, curving forward, teasing impudently with piercing eyes, turning back shy, trying to conceal their nudity from your insatiable stare. Paints are losing colour but you still can not quench your thirst demanding more and more light and passion.
Finally, blood is flaring for the last time and fading in a calm, passion is going away like morning dew under the sun, disturbed body is falling, coalescing with the landscape, leaning to it in the hope of rest.