Started with sun salutations and ended up somewhere entirely different — sometimes the breath takes you places the poses didn't plan. Want to see how flexible I really am, sugar?
Started with sun salutations and ended up somewhere entirely different — sometimes the breath takes you places the poses didn't plan. Want to see how flexible I really am, sugar?
Took the canal boat out with an Aperol and no real plan — the water does something to me every time, makes me want to test how far I can lean before someone notices. Would you catch me or just watch me go over, sugar?
The LWL-Museum is open until midnight with a live tattoo performance under the gallery lights — watching someone get marked for life while mine are already telling their story. What's the first thing you'd read on me, sugar?
Linkin Park tribute at Jovel tonight and I'm standing in front of the mirror trying to decide if the band tee goes over the bra or if the bra is the whole outfit. Some nights you don't dress for the show, you dress for what happens after. What would you tell me to keep on, sugar?
The marathon finishes at Prinzipalmarkt in two days and I needed to know what that last stretch feels like with nobody watching — just me, the cobblestones, and my own breathing echoing off the arcades. You ever run toward something in the dark, sugar?
Lost track of time at the sewing machine again — something about working with just the lamp makes me forget I'm barely dressed. You ever get so caught up you forget what you're wearing, sugar?
Killed the engine twenty minutes ago and the vibration is still humming through every nerve — my hand went straight to where the bike left off. Want to watch me finish what the ride started, sugar?
They're setting up the Aasee terraces for a thing where local faces serve drinks to the whole city, and someone actually asked me to pour. I said yes — but I don't think they know what they're getting. Pull up a chair, sugar.
The whole Schlossplatz is taken over by show horses this weekend and I had to stop the bike mid-ride. All that raw power wrapped up in polished leather — sounds familiar, doesn't it? Would you rather ride with me or just watch, sugar?
Geheimkonzert means you don't know who's playing until the first note hits — and I'm home with the bass still in my ribs and my jacket halfway off. Do you like not knowing what's coming, sugar?