😈

The purple light makes my body look as if it's about to melt.
When the grid presses between my legs, I didn't actually want to escape—I just lay there quietly, waiting for someone to steal away my body heat tonight.

Some desires aren't shouts.
They're like this: curled up by the bed in the middle of the night, wearing black lace, slowly waiting for the words "come here".

I seem born to be gazed at.
Born to lose my mind, bit by bit, in the dim light.🖤