All that glitters is not gold. So they say. But oh how I love the glitter. Skin, it’s always about skin. The beauty, rich colour and softness or smoothness of it.

For most people, love begins with the skin. All fantasies woven around the taste or sensation of skin. But skin, it ages,

from smooth alabaster, to a wrinkled beautiful mass of experience.

Now the soul, it grows younger with age and time. Love is when two souls agree to disagree.

For peeling back all the layers of clothing, cosmetics, and skin, there’s something so deep and richer, more precious than gold.