Black capron. Cold skin. Dawn is not even planned.

The leather fabric cools the thigh through the thin nylon of the tights. The early morning light is still gray, it cuts the room in half, leaving me in semi-darkness. Your breath is confused by this duality - smooth synthetics and rough coolness of the skin. I move slowly, letting the silence of the apartment become the only witness to the tension looking for an outlet. All this is a prologue to the moment that I reserve only for your imagination