Sometimes in the evening, when everything is quiet, I imagin..
Added 2025-05-08 13:00:07 +0000 UTCSometimes in the evening, when everything is quiet, I imagine:You walk in on me without a word. The warm air between us trembles like a thin string. One shirt button undone. One look - too long. And everything that was important in this world comes down to one thing: Your hands on my hips. And my breath against your neck. 🥵
