A Sexual Fantasy

— By Conil

The light and the morning breeze enter through the windows of the living room. A brief pause in my reading, and I observe the well-kept library arranged by colors and flanked by an impressive Monstera. I look at the newly restored oak filing cabinet that awaits its new life. In the midst of all, my wife spreading on the table a sea of ​​flowers pressed and dried by herself, transferred with the most care and devotion. Her face is an expression of complete satisfaction... Suddenly, she gets up from her chair and strips off her clothes to lie on the table, trying to cover the entire floral expanse in a dreamlike attempt to stamp her body with such natural beauty. I can't keep watching, and I join her.