How much of tears and monstrous laughter the black of the night has seen. So much of who I am comes to the fore with uninhibited passion as the curtains of darkness fall. Under the mystical gaze of the moon, there is something that comforts me and lets me be. What is this connection between me and the night? I wonder. No answers in sight, I just blow a kiss to the unending black and it softly kisses me back!
This black blouse in cotton silk is just what you need!
