


It’s strange, the way some days you just feel your skin longing for a specific kind of quiet comfort. A particular warmth. Like, not just a touch, but that touch. The one that feels like coming home.
I just crave the feeling of your hands on my bodyIt’s strange, the way some days you just feel your skin longing for a specific kind of quiet comfort. A particular warmth. Like, not just a touch, but that touch. The one that feels like coming home. 💫
I just crave the feeling of your hands on my bodyThere's something oddly comforting about things that just... stick around. Like this black top I've somehow had for almost two decades now. It just fits. Makes me wonder if that's what a true connection feels like – a gentle, enduring kind of rightness with another person. The kind that feels like home, even when it's entirely new.
I have had this black top for almost 2 decades now (really)There's something oddly comforting about things that just... stick around. Like this black top I've somehow had for almost two decades now. It just fits. Makes me wonder if that's what a true connection feels like – a gentle, enduring kind of rightness with another person. The kind that feels like home, even when it's entirely new. 🖤🌙✨
I have had this black top for almost 2 decades now (really)