Elegant, as vastly as a living being, of her imperial prestige, with her vast fragrance, her cloth, and her gloves, she wields the nonchalance and casualness, of a fragile coquette with luxurious airs.
Have you ever glimpsed a slighter waist at the dance, the extravagant gown, in its royal entirety, softens abundantly on a withered soul that squeezes, a dolled shoe, fresh as a flower?
The life that flirts at the shelf of the heart veins, like a lustful cascade that caresses against a gemstone, modestly insures from the bizarre haze, the fun is real and the glamour that asserts is not obscuring.
Sincerely, @izge