lazy indulgence

Dressed in bright bathing suits with no pooled water in sight, the young couple lay still in the radiant glow of the sun, basking in an afternoon of lazy indulgence. A funky bass line shook the moist, shimmering air, teasing Kevin’s heartbeat with vague, anticipatory dreams of a night’s dancing rhythms. He smiled.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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