Laying back, eyes closed, fingers implanted caressing the velvet of the chair, she likes to think music is playing just for her, lyrics are writtten just for her. The rest of the audience doesn’t really matter at all, they just don’t exist. She can only smell her own perfume. Mademoiselle Coco. A smile of ecstasy…
She definitely knows how to enjoy her time alone.
She, she doesn't need audience as long as lyrics are written just for her. No one to see her smile, to feel her hands, her scent...
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Laying back, eyes closed, fingers implanted caressing the velvet of the chair, she likes to think music is playing just for her, lyrics are writtten just for her. The rest of the audience doesn’t really matter at all, they just don’t exist. She can only smell her own perfume. Mademoiselle Coco.
A smile of ecstasy…
She definitely knows how to enjoy her time alone.
She, she doesn't need audience as long as lyrics are written just for her. No one to see her smile, to feel her hands, her scent...
lovely..
very lovely
that is
what
she
is.
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