In the bedroom, the sun kisses the red sheet, and she silently weaves spells with her body. There's magic in the strands of her hair, and a secret burning in the contours of her breath. The gods created her between dreams and sin, where touch is promise and gaze is poison. Whoever encounters her becomes enchanted, the sweet prey of a serene spell. She's not mortal, nor pure illusion, but desire in the form of calm. Whoever dares touch her loses their footing and wakes up a prisoner of their own fantasy. ☝️Text written by Babe Susie; any reproduction of it outside of my profile is pure plagiarism. #brunette