My lips are dry and my heart races the second I open the
door. She quietly smiles and says
hello. Her voice tingles as it rains
down my body in warm heat. She does not
know the power of her whisper. She does
not know the pull of her wanton stare. I
was just stopping by to water the plants just as he had asked me to. I did not expect this; she was supposed to be with him. I had plans for the day, but they all vanished
the moment she asked me to shut the door and lock it.
Photo Title: Stockings
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Austin Photo 512
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