I greet the day the same way i do everything else, unhurried and intentional.… Weiterlesen

I don’t rush mornings. I let them unfold stretch by stretch, thought by thought. Desire tastes better when it simmers, and I prefer my days started with patience, warmth, and a hint of trouble.… Weiterlesen

I wake up with secrets on my skin and intentions in my smile. Coffee in one hand, curiosity in the other—my mornings are slow, warm, and just a little dangerous. If you can read between the lines, you’ll know I’m already thinking ahead.… Weiterlesen