

In the hush of shadows and skin,
my curves speak louder than sin.
Desire curls at my feet
hungry, aching, incomplete.
A breath against velvet thighs,
your gaze undresses what your hands won’t try.
This body, a shrine of forbidden art,
wrapped in skin, ruled by heart.
Come closer
but only to ache.
Pleasure isn’t given
it’s mine to take.