The last crimson ray of sunlight sank lazily behind the peaks of the Tramuntana.
Mila’s silhouette stood out as a flowing line against the deepening twilight.
We were ready for inspired sexy chaos.
We were ready to capture the raw poetry of this night, with the spirit of the evening embodied in her sensual form.

Mila stood on the lounge chairs and let freedom flow.
You are the art. Another flash, then another, freezing moments of exquisite grace and sensual seduction.
It feels so alive as Mila settled by the pool’s edge, her head thrown back, while the moonlight kissed her neck.
As if she were dancing with the night itself. She is the muse, the inspiration.

Teddy Marks