If you could experience the greatest romance, how long would you wait to kiss?
Sunset, the cheque, the room (doubtful)? 

     This isn't an invitation to book me. 
Nowadays, intimacy is rushed, sensuality passed over and forgotten, and sexuality literally laid bare. Real romance is a legacy belonging only to a select few.
     Yes, my presence turns heads, my hand in yours is a quiet mnemonic of the man, not just his money.
But I have a feeling that we'd rather get lost in each other than the crowd.

     Côte d'Azur sun and your finger tracing droplets on my back. Catching your gaze lingering on my soft lips as I sip the very good grüner at the very cozy wine bar. 
Let's leave the rote scripts of seduction to others and find each other instead.
     The only bookings are the favourite novel you gift me,
or the love notes scribbled on hotel pads as you sneak away for your meeting or I dash to barre. 

     I collect beautiful experiences like seashells on the beach. 
My time is just for those I admire, enjoy and can learn from and my life is engineered to maximise life's greatest pleasures and experiences. 
     I adore the rare man who makes sure that it is so! 
 
     The most enviable collection is not full of Pateks, but a vault of stories and exciting secrets. 
It may be time to add to your cache.