There are these quiet, drenched moments – maybe just the steam from a hot shower, or the lingering touch of a cool breeze – and a curious thought crosses my mind: what would it feel like for your eyes to understand the vulnerable beauty in them?
Imagining your eyes on my soaked lace...There are these quiet, drenched moments – maybe just the steam from a hot shower, or the lingering touch of a cool breeze – and a curious thought crosses my mind: what would it feel like for your eyes to understand the vulnerable beauty in them? ✨💧
Imagining your eyes on my soaked lace...
