I am pretty pinkalishious..

You can't take your eyes off that ass, perfectly framed and demanding every bit of your attention.

You feel something shift in your chest — a pull, warm and insistent, drawing you closer to the screen than you'd care to admit. You want to reach out, to trace the soft curve with your fingertips and feel the give beneath your palm.

You already know this image is going to stay with you long after you've scrolled away, lodged somewhere behind your ribs where the good things live.