I walked to the quiet lakeshore wearing a bright pink top and a crown of soft flowers, looking like a fairytale girl who had wandered somewhere she shouldn't. But the mud welcomed me instantly. Kneeling down, I let the cool, silky earth pull me in. My jeans darkened, my hands disappeared into the mud, and I smiled -- slow, sweet, teasing -- as if I already knew how irresistible the mess made my look. I pressed the mud against my chest, leaned back with closed eyes, and let it spread over my clothes like a warm touch. Then I stretched out in the shallow water, playful and glowing, her flower crown still perfect as the mud clung to every curve. By the time I stood up again, covered and smiling, I looked less like a girl at the lake and more like a blooming nymph the mud itself had created. And when I rose -- dripping, glowing, covered in soft, dark curves -- I looked like a secret you weren't meant to know, but desperately wanted more of.
Love you, too
