Baci Baci Baci

A garden late spring, honeysuckle and lazy birds heavy with the round scent of tuberoses and jungle gardenia. There is a man in boots that make his thighs look lethal   with a whip no spurs medieval sorrow in his eyes or around the mouth, maybe. He is dangerous in this place he has the fertility of steel. There is a woman in a vine green habit   her veins are purple, her blue eyes. She is blonde though sometimes brunette: