Soapy suds, a luxury bubbly paradise that probably has the most exquisitely nice view of an  adoring seaside.

A caressing seabalm breeze blowing a sheer curtain panel against the silver rainfall that embraces me all over like a lover.

I want to be here forever and always with sparkling diamonds on my hands and toes and twinkling stars in my eyes. And have everything, I love by my side.

A golden sip of champagne graces my lips as my fingertips grip the slender wine glass that tickles my nose every time.

Such elegance as this shall not pass, but be made to last like the beginning of a honeymoon, a dance that can be ordered again and again. 

Behind me are my treasures on a mantel like a charming partner that brings love and pleasure.  The window, I gaze out of has the curling and flipping waves  of shadows dancing and music of the roaring sea is perfectly fine.

Colorful array of houses spray the sunken crest of a hillside that's magnifys  like jewelry. Italy is a romantic luxury that is dreaming in my eyes. The rain strokes and scents  my hair  like fine linen that arouses the fragrances of the blooms in my small room of luxury.