

There’s a silk robe I keep picturing draped across my shoulders… Smooth, flowing, and made for slow mornings or wicked little shoots
I felt it against my skin once in a boutique, and it was like being kissed by light
Too soft to ignore… too tempting not to imagine untying
I haven’t stopped thinking about how it would move with me
So, if you’re tempted to see the full scene…
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