


You know, there are those evenings when you can barely feel the fabric of the dress on your body....
The sun goes down, and the room fills with this soft goal,den light - so warm, intimate, like it's gliding over your skin, caressing it...
I love that feeling - being in the moment. To be desired. To be... almost uncovered
Could you just sit across from me and watch?
Without wanting to touch. Without wanting to smell my skin mixed with a light perfume and the heat of the setting sun?
I'd smile at you - and bite my lip a little....
This night was special
And you know why?
Because I imagined you walking by at that moment...
...and you stop
And you can't take your eyes off her