Virginal Bliss

“And it was only when her legs imprisoned her trembling hands that life took an unknown direction, full of strange humidities and lips full of passionate longing … and he did not even notice …”

She used to frequent our group of crazy lovers at night.

By her look, by her body language, because all her femininity sprang up with his presence, we knew that it was him, my friend, the king of photography who she wanted; he nevertheless wandered through space and was only interested in endless gatherings and his photographic art …