Status Updates From Una spia nella casa dell'amore

Desire made a volcanic island, on which they lay in a trance, feeling the subterranean whirls lying beneath them, dance floor and table and the magnetic blues uprooted by desire, the avalanches of the body's tremors.
Beneath the delicate skin, the tendrils of secret hair, the indentations and valleys of flesh, the volcanic lava flowed, desire incandescent.

someone in the reviews said that they want to take a moon bath and I get it but with the addition of a glass of wine

when i read books i like to imagine what would happen if the main character went to therapy. in this case, i don't think she could bear it