A body like a storm front.
Soft where it wants to be. Solid where it decides to be.
Not carved from marble. Carved from appetite, gravity, and a refusal to shrink. 🌑
Let the light worship the curves.
A body like a storm front.
Soft where it wants to be. Solid where it decides to be.
Not carved from marble. Carved from appetite, gravity, and a refusal to shrink. 🌑
Let the light worship the curves.