’m in bed, wearing this tight white tank top that barely holds my full breasts. Long dark hair falling over my shoulders, I look at you with sultry eyes and parted lips… Come closer, baby… you want me?

Sipping red wine alone late at night, listening to old songs and the sound of rain pattering against the window; and that moment when you suddenly pull me into your arms, a heat like fire.

Noisy parties, people with fake smiles, people touching my hair—unless it’s you