I’ve been to Venice a couple of times and spent every moment seduced by it. It’s a uniquely beautiful city of swirling dreams and sensual thoughts, its very stones oozing erotic promise, a place for lovers to arrange secret meetings where kisses are exchanged along with promises which will not be kept. In its narrow alleyways and crumbling courtyards, obscured by masks, fantasy can run free and midnight revellers can mingle their bodies with beautiful strangers before moving on to other trysts.
For me, this beautiful girl is what Venice is all about, a drape of fabric, a partially obscured and mysterious face and the sexual allure of her glowing nudity.
I have to go back.
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