DON'T ASK ME PERMISSION - SIMONE ANDREOLI
DON'T ASK ME PERMISSION - SIMONE ANDREOLI
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DON'T ASK ME PERMISSION - SIMONE ANDREOLI
A bold infusion of beauty and insolent femininity that floods the pleasures of Rio de Janeiro's wildest nights.
An invitation to drink a Maracuja Caipirinha and surrender inexorably to the carioca groove and the most libertine passions.
The opening of the perfume surrounds the atmosphere with aromas of lime and sugar while the heart embodies Brazil's exotic and transgressive soul through passion fruit, ylang-ylang and heliotrope.
The expression of desire and the most explicit sensual energy is shouted by the oriental base where amber, sandalwood and cachaça stand out.
In Rio's rhythm, I don't want to think, I want to dance my life on the fire of passion.
Carefree, fated, gratuitous, aimless, without regret.
Keep drinking because the night waits to take us and leave us lying on the sand with nothing but our breath.
Don't let it wait because we don't want it to wait
Lust is an untranslatable language, an impulse to give oneself without asking permission from noble feelings.
There is nothing intimate about giving your body to a stranger.
It's a game of instincts that intertwine and struggle in a playful aim to satisfy the senses in the total absence of sharing and exchange of souls.
The eyes burn with provocation, burning the seconds that still separate our bodies from pleasure.
They say we are all sinners of impure acts, but the truth is that there is nothing purer and more human than sin, and at every fragile moment, we repress desire, we suppress a part of ourselves.
If this instinct screams, let it scream.
This sound will simply not be noise but the awakening you have always unconsciously sought.