June 28, 2026
The light caresses where your hands are missingπ
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I'm lying on a dark sheet. The only light source is a lamp with a warm filter. It slides down my neck, over my collarbones, over my ribs, leaving streaks. My body is like a landscape that I want to look at endlessly. Every millimeter is highlighted just enough to make you want to see more.
Have you already stuck to this shot? Admit it.π
