My cute little butt's last sunset of 2024
You catch a petite figure silhouetted against the dying light of the year's final sunset, and something in your chest tightens immediately.
You notice the curve of that small, bare ass catching the last warm golds and pinks of 2024, rounded and smooth against the fading sky. You want to press your palms against it, feel the softness give slightly under your hands.
You stand there wanting, the cold air sharpening everything — the view, the ache, the particular hunger that comes from watching something beautiful disappear into the dark.
