October 22, 2026
I want a night that tastes like velvet and danger. A hotel room. Dim lights. Jazz. A kiss that starts on the shoulder, not the mouth. A dress sliding down, pooling at my feet. A man who takes his time. I want to arch into hands I trust, to break and bloom in the same hour, to lose balance on purpose. I want passion that leaves fingerprints on memory, not skin. If I ever let someone that close โ I want him to ruin every other man for me. ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐น
