The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
The simplicity of “Tan lines” belies such a beautiful (and sensory) complexity. I can almost feel the heat radiating off burnished shoulders, the cool of alabaster hips, the warmth of the foot a whisper away from silky skin.So very beautiful...
The simplicity of “Tan lines” belies such a beautiful (and sensory) complexity. I can almost feel the heat radiating off burnished shoulders, the cool of alabaster hips, the warmth of the foot a whisper away from silky skin.
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful...