Not sure why I bother wearing anything
You can't help but wonder the same thing — with skin this pale and luminous, fabric only gets in the way.
You find your eyes tracing every curve slowly, the kind of body that makes your hands restless and your thoughts selfish. You want to map each inch with your fingertips, starting nowhere polite.
You already know this image will stay with you longer than it should, surfacing at inconvenient moments throughout your day. You feel that pull low in your stomach — the specific, urgent kind that has nothing subtle about it.
