And it consists of imperishable, timeless beauty." Then she sat down on her bed and smoothed the pillow and her nightgown again, lay down and turned off the light on her bedside table. Only once she turned around and looked at the now empty perfume bottle and thought in silence. Then she got up and walked slowly and without looking in the mirror again in the direction of her bed. She looked herself once again deep into the shining, amber eyes of her own and youthful self and smiled at herself deeply satisfied and very knowing! In her mind's eye, the torn and smoky scraps of her life joined together like resinous-sweet and vanilla petals and made her smile.
#ESTEE LAUDER YOUTH DEW FULL#
She was a desirable young woman full of unrestrained and unbridled energy. She felt the passion, strength and power of her self within herself. It flowed through her veins like spicy-warm and liquefied cinnamon. Inside her she felt the passion and the hot fire of youth flowing. The lips were full and sensual and her face was perfect and angelic.
#ESTEE LAUDER YOUTH DEW SKIN#
The skin on her cleavage and collarbone was so smooth and even that it reflected the light through the slightly oily perfume she had just sprayed on. The long, wavy hair was reddish brown, full and shiny in the most spicy colors of the Orient. Her skin was smooth, flawless and soft like a peach. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at herself again in the mirror. And with her eyes still closed, a soft sigh of contentment came from her! She looked at herself again in the mirror before closing her eyes and perfuming herself with the scent. There wasn't much left in him, but it would be enough for tonight. So she reached for the slim bottle with the small golden bow. A lot sooner! And she wanted to smell good for her date. She still had a date with an old, trusted friend she felt somehow. She already knew in the morning that this day would end differently than usual. Her body hurt and her soul became darker and darker. Life hasn't been nice for her for a long time. She had survived her husband, who was her greatest love, and even her only child.
After her ninetieth birthday, she had stopped counting. She sat in her bedroom in front of the dressing table, looked in the mirror and brushed her still long, but meanwhile white and fine hair.
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