well oiled

“Mary turned to walk away from me, and I noticed the delicate descent of her rich hair down the back of her blouse, full of color and character, like the veins of a well oiled piece of hardwood, and she smiled to hear me. Her waist grew slender slightly and then erupted in the black of her skirt, clinging to the round cheeks. Her thighs, lightly tanned, looked strong, athletic in tone and she bent . . .”

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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