Under the trembling light of candles, when two souls slowly strip naked until they merge in the tender burning of their bodies in

The flames of the candles stir and project flashes of gold on the curves offered. Her skin, soft as velvet, shudders under the hesitant caress of hands exploring sacred territory. The breath becomes heavier, mixes, searches for itself, like a breathless poem that no longer needs words. Each brush becomes an incandescent verse, each sigh a secret stanza. And when the bodies finally come together, it is the pure brilliance of a fire that consumes without destroying, a tender fire where love and desire merge.