Luxurious has nothing to do with wealth.
Luxurious is early mornings, hints of light, and a heavy duvet weighing
down on me, but not weighing. Instead, it embraces with all its soul.
Luxurious is elaborate script, as if brocaded, stitched, intricate yet flowing.
Luxurious is towels, freshly laundered, expanded and giving tenderly to the touch
and heat of your skin. A caress that press-es into the sensual.