Black Lace
When he’s away, my world becomes quiet.
Like going underwater, at first it seems pleasant — my senses pare down to only the essentials, sight and touch. But as I sink into it, the weight of his absence bears down on my chest, and my surroundings grow dark. I feel tendrils of panic welling up from the depths, and the missing becomes fierce and unruly.
Times like these are when I know he holds more power than I admit, even to myself.
I claw for the surface, when I know I should just let go, conserving my energy, relaxing into the unknown, suspended in the black.
The water, like lace, encases my skin and pulls me upward offering me back to the light.
His voice is there. His skin is there. The scent of his need…is there.
And I want all of it.
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10 Comments
Kat
I love the soft focus in this shot. You look lovely.
May More
This is just beautiful – the contrast of the dark lace against your pure skin – lovely
Sweetgirl
That’s a lovely lace outfit. And you look beautiful.
Marie Rebelle
You look stunning!
Rebel xox
Brigit Delaney
Thank you!
Elliott Henry
You definitely know the way to my heart, Brigit, lovely look.
Brigit Delaney
Are you sure it’s the way to your heart?
Elliott Henry
well, that among other things. i am typing one handed, i hope you don’t mind
Brigit Delaney
I never mind.
Molly
So beautiful
Mollyx