Pierced tits & glasses

You notice the glasses first — slightly askew, like they slipped during something urgent — before your eyes drop to the twin piercings catching the light below.

You feel the pull of contradictions: the studious frames against bare skin, the cool metal against warm flesh, the composed expression that doesn't quite match what the rest of the body is offering you.

You want to close the distance between where you are and where your hands aren't yet. You linger on every detail, aware that looking this long is already its own kind of wanting.