PICTURE THAT:
naked. squatting. heels on
hands stretched above her head, gripping the doorframe
her back exposed, hair wet, body ready
it’s not a pose
it’s a dare
PICTURE THAT:
sheer curtain. naked body
heels digging into the floor
back arched toward the window
she makes daylight feel dirty
PICTURE THAT:
fishnet. chains. glossed skin
she covers just enough to tease
the rest?
intentional
PICTURE THAT:
fishnet. flash. wet hair
her face blurred by light,
but her body says everything
control never looked this good
PICTURE THAT:
city skyline behind her
corset unlaced. eyes down
she isn’t lost in thought
she’s deciding what happens next
PICTURE THAT:
out of focus. almost not there
stockings, corset, stillness
she looked like a memory
you weren’t supposed to keep
PICTURE THAT:
lingerie. marble. mirror
she sits still, but the room watches
one face turned away
the other sees everything
PICTURE THAT:
naked on heels, one hand in her hair,
the other gripping the tv
the news keeps talking
she’s the real broadcast
PICTURE THAT:
naked, lit by city lights
one hand across her chest,
the other pulling her forward
she’s not running
she’s performing
PICTURE THAT:
naked but for glitter boots
hair wild, one leg lifted,
hands on glass,
the city blinking behind her
she came dressed for the night
PICTURE THAT:
red soles. black lace
hair down, back arched, chair gripped
she’s not waiting for permission
she’s daring you to look longer
PICTURE THAT:
blurred. backlit. unbothered
black lingerie under a hotel robe
she’s not out of focus —
she’s just out of reach
PICTURE THAT:
she kneels backwards on a hotel chair,
hair loose, lingerie tight
the lamp tilts
the bed waits
this isn’t rest
it’s rehearsal
PICTURE THAT:
shirt half-lifted
one breast exposed. strings untied
all tension. no apology
she knows exactly where you’re looking
PICTURE THAT:
paris outside. lace falling
she lifts her dress, back exposed,
the eiffel tower watching
some views aren’t meant to be shared
PICTURE THAT:
naked in heels, stretched across white sheets
morning light cuts the room
one leg bent. one arm over her face
this isn’t rest
it’s surrender
PICTURE THAT:
heels digging into the floor
one knee on the sheets, one hand gripping the chair
she’s not crawling
she’s claiming
PICTURE THAT:
naked, draped over the chair like a question
heels still on. sheets on the floor
the bed’s behind her,
but she’s not done yet
PICTURE THAT:
she’s draped across the bench,
black lingerie, gloves, heels —
the bed untouched
pleasure doesn’t wait for comfort
PICTURE THAT:
skyline view. one leg up
hair falling, back arched, heels steady
she’s not admiring the city
she’s daring it to admire her
PICTURE THAT:
lace mask. lingerie. boots to the knee
she eats pasta like it’s foreplay
midnight doesn’t ask questions
it watches
PICTURE THAT:
blurred flash. motel phone
one boot on the bed, the other on the floor
she’s not calling for help
she is the emergency
PICTURE THAT:
face masked. legs crossed
gloves up to the elbows,
the room soft, her stare sharp
obedience isn’t requested —
it’s expected
PICTURE THAT:
nude in heels, back arched, hand on the door
her face erased by flash, body frozen mid-reveal
she’s not entering
she’s arriving