The Countess is giving you something you d really want to see But be aware once you get the taste of it remember the words on the ever alluring question whether there is something more to the lust we are seeing so often Eroticism is not porn Enjoy my dearest THE COUNTESS IS THE MISTRESS Let tonight s sigh be devoted to that quiet sadness which with the gentlest of touches lights a candle in our hearts Erotica is like an old piano in a dimly lit room its music may not always resound cheerfully yet in its gentle merciful melancholy dwell the deepest notes There in the half-light where shadows stretch longer and thoughts grow quieter a tender unveiling of the soul is born In the pictures of my memory I see the silhouette of a cherished figure at the window as evening slowly turns to night that subtle almost imperceptible smile before it drifts into shadow The fiery waves of passion need not always crash with thunderous force Sometimes love pours forth like an ethereal whisper across our wounds wrapping them in warm delicately aching solace We lie on plush velvet cushions watching how each falling star in the sky makes yet another thought quiver shaking our longing Within this tranquil ache lies the heart of sensuality a warm embrace that appears precisely when darkness deepens when the heart beats between two soft breaths and a kiss no longer feels like mere play between lips but rather a remedy for a restless soul May every moment of awareness every touch every gentle word offer a small measure of comfort For erotica never merely exalts the body in its purest form it tenderly enfolds those corners of the heart where our sadness dwells and our quiet yearnings seek a gentle place to rest if only for a moment