high-waist briefs

I laugh, red lace clinging in sunlit bakery, heat under my skin

Dusk in the studio, a warmth building. This twilight hour, it sets me free.

First light, mesh on skin

Bookstore floor, open book, just me and this quiet moment

This satin, this heat... is it just for me?

My apartment, the night air, and this sheer mesh on my skin.

First light, soft shadows on bare skin

Dusk in the studio, the mesh a second skin