Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!
~Emily Dickinson

For my cherished paramours...
if we have met within the last six months, kindly accept this small token of my appreciation.

$50 off the one and one half hour tryst.

In anticipation of future delights,
Francesca