Sun on my skin, water clinging to every curve, and that bodysuit… yeah, it’s barely behaving. I move slow, stretching, teasing, holding the pose just long enough for you to really look. The pool feels cool but my body doesn’t. Every breath, every bend is deliberate, a quiet invitation you’re not supposed to refuse. I know you’re watching, maybe pretending it’s about yoga. It’s not. It’s about the way I arch, the way the fabric turns almost transparent, the way I let the moment linger a little too long. Relax... or don’t. I like it better when you’re tense
