Someone told me to count what I'm grateful for tonight and my mind went straight to the dirty stuff. Want to see where my hands ended up?
Someone told me to count what I'm grateful for tonight and my mind went straight to the dirty stuff. Want to see where my hands ended up?
Found out it's National Rum Punch Day and celebrated early — rooftop, no neighbors awake, and somewhere around the third glass I stopped needing a reason to take everything off. Want to see what the light caught?
Coffee tastes better out here before anyone else is awake, and this robe barely survived the walk from the bed. Tell me you'd keep me company.
Been going through photos from last week's shoot and somehow the whole afternoon just disappeared on me. Want to see what I stopped editing for?
Monday morning laundry run and the spin cycle's been going long enough that I stopped pretending I'm just here for clean clothes. Tell me you'd come find me.
Saturday night and I'm on the living room floor losing at this game in a shirt that stopped being a shirt about an hour ago. Tell me you'd go easy on me.
Rolled out my mat in the quietest corner of the park and the afternoon sun went straight through this top before I noticed. Tell me you'd have kept walking.
My kitchen looks like a flour bomb went off and I haven't even shaped the first bun yet. Tell me you'd stay for breakfast.
Thursday nights are for wine on the kitchen counter and shirts that gave up on buttons. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
International Sudoku Day and I've been staring at the same square for ten minutes. The sweater gave up on my shoulder about five minutes ago and I didn't even notice. Bet you could break my concentration faster than this puzzle.