Look,

I’m standing naked before you
Don’t you want more than my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can’t claim innocence

Oh god could it be the weather
Oh god why am I here
If love isn’t forever
And it’s not the weather
Hand me my leather

Leather © Tori Amos 1992

Special thanks to my finely leathered model

Original photos Klagenfurt am Woerthersee / Austria 2018