I gasp when I see the painting. A clothless woman lying on a royal red couch.
She looks like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics, showing off the holy beauty which is her body.
Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, her hips widening into curves, her neck—a chic elegance—and long curls sitting on her shoulders.
Her face shows a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush.
The painting is daunt
I gasp when I see the painting. A clothless woman lying on a royal red couch.
She looks like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics, showing off the holy beauty which is her body.
Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, her hips widening into curves, her neck—a chic elegance—and long curls sitting on her shoulders.
Her face shows a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush.
The painting is daunt