Single touch, every word spoken, every language. Lost, Found. Trembling, panting softly, they begin the Dance... — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
Leaning in, anticipation terrifying and exquisite. Breathless, a single kiss upon the shoulder, light shudder, tender kiss, side of the neck, trembling, panting softly; a whisper, a truth, Je T'aime Toujour... — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
