The Heat of a Soft Landing
The city air bites, sharp and cold against my cheekbones, but the
Pulse
The Fever of Falling Petals
The air tastes like sugar and crushed stems, a sweet heat that
The Fever of Wisteria in Paris
The French afternoon air is cool, biting at my exposed neck before
The Heat Beneath The Silk
I stepped out of the scorching concrete city and into this pocket
The Radiant Hum of Ancient Stone
The mountain air is cool against the nape of my neck, a
The Golden Hour's Lingering Heat
The golden light of the setting sun didn't just illuminate
Salt Air & Skin
The salt spray kissed my skin, a cool shock against the slow
The Weight of Silk and Skin
The city exhales a humid breath against my skin, clinging like his
The Weight of Silk & Steam
The plush of the robe feels like a second skin, warming me
The Weight of Silk & Wine
The chill from the restaurant's air conditioning hadn’t reached
The Softness Between Us
The cold bites at my cheeks, a stinging kiss that should be
The Weight of Snow, The Warmth of You
The snow lands on my lashes, cold and fleeting. I lift a