Silas
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.
About Silas
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.