Soft Pink Lipstick

Silky waters, crystal goblets and champagne bottles, iris sprigs, wild vines of jasmine, intertwined limbs and steamy handprints, a timeless ruse, a poet and a muse, an ocean of violets in bloom, “love is a reciprocal torture,” breathed through a cloud of powder.

Soft pink lipstick shimmering through raindrops, a hint of freesia in the air on fresh wet pavement, the sound of jazz piano, warmth with a faint scent of clove, a burning voice that croons what have you done to my heart?

C’est vous, it’s you, pressed between bodies, a taste of Monte Carlo on a hot night in June, sapphire droplets, espresso black chocolate, sweat and suede fringe, amber eye trances, quick stolen glances, skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.

The tongue twist of a maraschino stem, sweet stained lips, cherry cream pie, milky waves of cumulous clouds, bourbon vanilla icing, a silky confection, an insatiable craving, a dessert of debauchery and glamour.

Flying sparks of bright white stars, amber lasers, a glitter-eyed crush, violet orbs, plumes of jasmine, pink blush, the twirling petals of ylang-ylang, yuzu cake on the dance floor, all the shining colours spinning from a gigantic mirror ball in the sky.

Mouthfuls of purple rain, a taste of blackcurrant and honey, a blooming orange blossom, rapture in an 8-track, that sacred second between songs, violet and amber lights, a cyclone on the dance floor.

One euphoric moment, a blazing streak of grapefruit pink, a brazen saffron sky, sun-drenched cheeks, a salty breeze, an electric aurora borealis, a dream you won’t remember, an eternal sunrise in Ibiza, the bliss of amnesia.

Three legendary clubs that thrived in the 1970s, brought together in this candle trio to transport you back to their decade.

A violet half-moon, cliffs that glow in the night, twirling vines of jasmine, whirlpools of aquamarine, swirling auroras and stalactite, sandalwood cream, cypress trees, a ritual of mystic devotion, a love set in motion in blue velvet waters.

C’est vous, it’s you, pressed between bodies, a taste of Monte Carlo on a hot night in June, sapphire droplets, espresso black chocolate, sweat and suede fringe, amber eye trances, quick stolen glances, skin flush from a crush and marked with a bite.