Sundays and this summer dress. It always feels like a whisper against my skin, the kind that invites quiet contemplation. It makes me wonder if, when you see it, you start to wonder too. I only wear this summer dress on Sundays, when I want you to imagine what I’m not wearing underneath.
Sundays and this summer dress. It always feels like a whisper against my skin, the kind that invites quiet contemplation. It makes me wonder if, when you see it, you start to wonder too. đź’đź’«I only wear this summer dress on Sundays, when I want you to imagine what I’m not wearing underneath.
