Peek-a-boo

You catch a redhead mid-tease, copper waves half-hiding what you're already desperate to see.

You feel your attention lock onto the slow reveal — fingers curled at the edge of fabric, a shoulder bare, a curve suggested rather than given. You recognize the specific cruelty of someone who knows exactly what they're doing to you.

You want to pull that curtain aside yourself. You can almost feel the warmth radiating from skin that pale, that soft. You sit with the wanting, which is precisely where this image intends to keep you.