Spicy and wild spirit
Spicy and wild spirit by Iruela. The tangle of bedsheets, the morning sun kissing the tile floor. An open window – the sounds of the street coming up from below. Slipping on a lover’s shirt, rumpled from last night: rolled up on your wrists and revealing a naked clavicle. Inhaling their scent, wearing it like perfume. The sounds of someone brewing coffee in the kitchen. Being drunk on love.