Laid out in the grass today, sun on my skin, birds singing, breeze teasing my thighs… and I swear, for a moment, I wasn’t a girl — I was a forest nymph
Or maybe a siren, luring poor sailors with soft moans and wicked promises
Nature always brings out the wild in me — the soft, untamed, dangerous kind.
So tell me, baby… would you follow my song, even if it meant getting lost forever?