Good morning MIAMI
You catch a glimpse of that bare ass catching the early Miami light, and suddenly the morning has your full attention.
You feel the heat before you even step outside — salt air, skin, the particular laziness of a body that hasn't decided to get up yet. You want to trace the curve from hip to thigh with your fingertips, slow and deliberate.
You know this city runs on desire, and right now every bit of yours is focused on what's stretched out in front of you, warm and unhurried and completely unapologetic.
