My beauty is the kind that makes the air thicken, like desire itself has taken shape. I don’t just catch your attention—I hold it hostage, daring you to imagine what it feels like to surrender to the fire I carry.
My beauty is the kind that makes the air thicken, like desire itself has taken shape. I don’t just catch your attention—I hold it hostage, daring you to imagine what it feels like to surrender to the fire I carry.