April showers bring May flowers ?

You catch her in delicate lingerie, fabric clinging where April rain has made everything feel electric and close.

You notice the way dampness traces the curve of bare skin, how thin material barely conceals what your eyes keep returning to, hungry and deliberate.

You feel the tension of wanting to close the distance, fingers already imagining the warmth underneath that fragile layer — something blooming, something urgent, the kind of desire that arrives with spring and refuses to be patient.