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~I’m not the spark. I’m the fire you’ll crave forever.~
She doesn’t look back—because she knows you’re already watching.
The curve of her spine, the hush of her skin, the way her hands press into the sheets like a promise …
She’s not asking. She’s commanding.
The curve of her spine, the hush of her skin, the way her hands press into the sheets like a promise …
She’s not asking. She’s commanding.
November 2, 2025 at 3:14 PM
She doesn’t look back—because she knows you’re already watching.
The curve of her spine, the hush of her skin, the way her hands press into the sheets like a promise …
She’s not asking. She’s commanding.
The curve of her spine, the hush of her skin, the way her hands press into the sheets like a promise …
She’s not asking. She’s commanding.
Every step is a sentence. Every pause, a paragraph.
September 28, 2025 at 1:46 AM
Every step is a sentence. Every pause, a paragraph.
The waist is not a line - it’s a spell.
September 20, 2025 at 1:31 AM
The waist is not a line - it’s a spell.
She’s drawn in silence - outlined by longing, filled with fire.
September 19, 2025 at 2:17 AM
She’s drawn in silence - outlined by longing, filled with fire.