Nyx's sets are becoming my preferred desire-virus.
The disease begins with a tungsten carbide visual needle driven squarely into my yielding skull, is followed by a hot heat fever that burns like betrayal and is concluded by a horny bacteriological offensive of sneer and gnaw that leaves my knees feeling as if they have been woven from threads of powdered glass.
This is the best set yet in a sultry sequence that defies rational explanation. Luke Wooden can seemingly conjure miracles from already appetising ingredients and presents the equivalent of a Baba au Rhum served with freshly-brewed lebanese coffee. Sweet , intense, always satisfying.
Nyx is a phenomenon, this set is a thing of ultimate beauty and I adore it.
Thank you so much.
Kisses,
Coqsinister
