Literature
Like Amber
Out on the balcony, amid the fragrant morning glories and azaleas, he leaned on the railing, letting the warm breeze caress his skin. It was nights such as these that reminded him of those Venetian nights so long ago; the distant sound of melodic voices rising from the gondolas, the lighthearted chatter of the inhabitants of his mansion, the polished marble glowing benevolently under the flickering torches which clung to the walls. Scent of food and wine and perfumed oil. Silk sheets like feathers to the touch.
Eyes of amber. Auburn curls framing porcelain skin. Rosy lips, so soft...