Moonlight tryst in the garden

 Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
 Ode to a Nightingale | by John Keats

 
Dress: {Indyra} Tryst
Necklace: {Indyra} Alexandria Necklace
Hair: ~Tableau Vivant~ Shiny hair- Naturals II
Skin: Glam Affair – Cleo – Jamaica
Eyes – IKON Promise Eyes – Nymph
Lipstick: [mock] Innocente Lipcolor Tropical Fever
Clutch: 1992 // Spiked Clutch (Iridescent/Gold)
Shoes: Venus – LYDIA (@ WEIB)
Pose: Manifeste
Location: The Cyprian Garden