I spent the afternoon barefoot on my terrace.The tiles were ..
Added 2025-07-04 03:16:16 +0000 UTCI spent the afternoon barefoot on my terrace.
The tiles were warm, the sun kissed every inch of my soles… slowly, deeply.
I laid back, legs stretched, toes relaxed — and suddenly, I thought of you.
How you’d stare.
How your mouth would water.
How desperate you’d be to crawl closer, just to breathe them in.
You’re not here. But that doesn't stop you from aching, does it?
Keep aching. And show me what that ache is worth.
