I feel cheerful and light in my lingerie

You notice the lingerie first — delicate, barely-there fabric that makes your breath catch somewhere between your throat and your chest.

You find your eyes tracing the curves underneath, the way soft skin pushes gently against thin lace, warmth radiating from every inch your gaze touches. You feel something tighten low in your body, a pull that has nothing subtle about it.

You want to close the distance, to feel that lightness transfer from fingertip to skin, to discover exactly what cheerful looks like when it unravels slowly beneath your hands.