You opened the door,
a spill of light illuminating you from behind—
the soft blue of your pajamas
catching the glow,
tracing every quiet detail of you.
A chill had whispered through the air,
and I saw the way your body listened—
a quiet shiver,
a tightening,
a tender firmness rising
against the gentle pull of cloth.
Every curve,
every contour of your breasts awake to the chill,
every line a quiet invitation.
I couldn’t look away.
The night, the light,
the way you stood—
trying to hide what you knew was there—
what you knew I could see
it was all one beautiful confession
of warmth beneath the cool.







That damn wind told her secret. This is good. I enjoyed it
Thanks Fia!
Great writing and images. Love it.
Glad you enjoyed it, Tim!
Perfect imagery…..at least in my head.
Great write.👍
In my head too! Thanks for stopping by, Peter.
Superb work.
Thanks Thomas!
Nice. How many of us have written of such a view! Your version is wonderfully attentive without being overtly sexual. It’s about the simplicity of the beautiful construct of her anatomy. Admiration.
Well penned.
Thank you for such a kind review, Styxian.