Wind on the skin and desire in every step

I walk along a quiet alley, the wind caressing my bare neck and shoulders, making my skin tremble. Every movement of my body is felt with particular intensity: my feet softly touching the ground, my heart beating faster and faster, my breath caught in a sweet thrill. I allow myself to slowly dissolve in the sensations—to feel the warmth spreading throughout my body, how every cell yearns to be touched. Leaves rustle underfoot, and the air seems to tease me with its scent. Every step is a play with desires, where the boundaries between body and nature are erased.