Plain White Tee

Some people love the sharp lines of a suit, the way it commands a room. All tailored and tucked. A tie fastened tightly around that neck. I can see its effect.

But I like him in something more simple. No fancy threads or polished heels. Just something effortless, something real.

Like the soft stretch of cotton clinging to his skin, The curve of a collarbone, effortless, unspoken. And just a hint of muscle, inviting me in.

There’s nothing sexier, Nothing that says fuck me, Quite like a man in a plain white tee.