HanaSundown on the soft cream couch in the satin slip, champagne flute in hand. The kind of golden hour that earns itself. The second flute is on the table. Come over before the colour leaves the windows 🥂
HanaNew lingerie set arrived this evening. Standing at the candlelit mirror in the soft champagne satin slip. The fit is the point and the fit is right. Come over before I change. I want you to see this version of the slip first ✨
HanaSunset on the balcony in the soft slip dress, wine glass full, the view doing the thing it always does at this hour. I left the door to the balcony open. Walk in, the second chair on the right is yours 🍷
HanaLate dinner alone at the candlelit dining table in the soft silk robe tonight. The wine glass knows my name by now. The chair across from me is empty on purpose. Come over, I have not even cut the bread yet 🍷
HanaNew deep berry lipstick. Applied slowly at the candlelit vanity in the soft slip tonight. Saved it for the kind of night that asks for it, which tonight is. Come over before it touches the wine glass. I want it on for you first 💄
HanaNew soft pink satin nightgown today. The shopkeeper smiled when I picked the colour. Standing at the candlelit vintage mirror in it. Come over, this one is for the right kind of evening and I think tonight is one 💗
HanaBath salts in the water, candles on the shelf, sitting on the edge in the soft white robe. The hour I take from no one tonight. Get in with me. The water is the right temperature and the candle has another forty minutes 🕯️
HanaBath drawn, soft white robe on, the playlist that knows me playing low, headphones on the small bench beside the tub. The kind of night I usually host alone. Tonight I want company. Be the company 🎶
HanaSlept in late this morning in the soft cream camisole. The coffee is on the night-table for two and the curtains are doing the thing the light only does at this hour. Come back to bed. The morning is mine, and I want it to be ours 🌅
HanaStretched on the sunny apartment rug after morning yoga in the soft athletic clothes. Earned the slow morning, the kind where I do not need to check the clock. Come over, the coffee is poured and the rug is wide enough 🧘♀️
HanaLate afternoon nap. The rumpled cream sheets are honest about how late it got. I am in the satin slip with my hair on the pillow. Come over. The bed is the warm kind. I will not change it 🛌
HanaNew champagne satin sheets on the bed. Saturday in the soft camisole. Phone off. Come over, no one is going to interrupt. The afternoon is the slow kind and the sheets are still cool 🛏️
HanaSlow morning. The draped oversized cardigan on, the cream sheets cool, the golden light doing the honest thing. I am lying on my side thinking about the way you looked at me yesterday. Come back over, the bed has not been made and I am not going to make it ☀️
HanaNew champagne satin pyjamas. The set with the matching robe, of course. Standing in the sunny bedroom in both. The seamstress understood. Come over, I want you to be the one who sees this set in the right light first 🌹
HanaBath bomb fizzed for ten minutes in the rose-petal water. So did I, more or less, wrapped in the soft white robe on the edge. The candle on the shelf is doing the thing I like. Get in, the second towel is warming 💦
HanaWalked the candlelit apartment in the slippers tonight in the long silk robe. Just the candles and me, the way it gets when I am thinking about you specifically. Come over, the door is the unlocked kind 🕯️
HanaSlept in the cream sheets that still smell like you from last week. Did not change them. Could not. Lying in the soft slip in the morning light thinking about the next time you come over. Make it soon 🛏️
HanaNew long satin opera gloves arrived. Standing at the candlelit bedroom mirror pulling them on slowly. Tried them on twice. The mirror approved. Come over. I want you to be the one who takes them off ✨
HanaBedroom is candlelit. The kettle is on for two. Standing in the silk robe holding the small porcelain cup. The night is the honest kind, the kind I have been hoping you would walk into. Door is the unlocked kind 🕯️
HanaBedroom window open. The night is warm, the kind that smells like the city in summer. Standing in the soft slip with the single candle burning on the dresser. The night is the right shape for the right person 🕯️
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