I sat on the floor tonight with nothing but soft music playing in the background 🎶🖤. My sketchbook was open, but I didn’t draw – instead, I found myself tracing the outlines of my tattoos, following each curve with slow fingers like I was sketching on my own skin.

It made me realize how much of me is written in ink, how every line tells a story, how every shadow feels like a secret waiting for someone to discover. The more I traced, the warmer I felt, the more aware I became of how sensitive certain spots really are.

There’s an intimacy in touch that no pencil or brush can get – one that lingers long after the line is drawn.

Maybe one day, I’ll let your hands read my stories instead of your eyes 😏🔥.