I can’t forget to tan the titties too

You catch yourself staring at those big tits catching the afternoon sun, skin warm and golden everywhere the light touches.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as your eyes trace the curves slowly, deliberately, the way you'd use your hands if given the chance.

You know this image will stay with you longer than it should, replaying at inconvenient moments, that body burned into your memory like heat into skin on a long, slow summer afternoon.