It's a lazy Sunday morning in my sheer black lingerie. I'm barefoot as I pick up the paper and lounge on the couch. My bare feet dangle off the edge of the couch. My nipples pop out as I shift to get more comfortable. I'm immersed in whatever news appeals to me as I read and skim. You're hardly noticeable in my peripheral vision, but you notice me. You see every movement and it's mesmerizing. You're enthralled with my beauty and simplicity in this natural Sunday morning ritual. You're lucky I let you in on this private escape.