Coco Love

There is a place where body, mind and soul find harmony again. On the tropical shores, in the shade of coconut trees caressed by the sea breeze. Here, lying with half-closed eyes, you can see a few Creole women with pale, amber complexions passing by. Every now and then, one of them stops, her eyes full of strange spells. Thoughts wander light and impertinent. Lost in a delicious dream of creamy, tactile treasures.