

There’s a silk robe I keep picturing draped across my shoulders… Smooth, flowing, and made for slow mornings or wicked little shootsI felt it against my skin once in a boutique, and it was like being kissed by lightToo soft to ignore… too tempting not to imagine untyingI haven’t stopped thinking about how it would move with meSo, if you’re tempted to see the full scene…I'd appreciate your support 🖤😘