Íman Silent Night Desire

Waiting for you, wrapped in the colour of pure passion, the magic of Christmas isn't in the gifts, my love, but in finding this perfectly sensual moment waiting for us amidst the sparkle. My favourite holiday indulgence isn't the cookie, but the thought of your hand reaching for mine across this velvet sea, every sparkle seems to whisper your name.Even the falling snow outside can't compete with the warmth radiating from this crimson embrace. Won't you join me by the tree?