The poetry of the body lies not in the haste of the gaze, but in the time it lingers. Between delicate lines and well-placed silences, my body writes verses that don't demand hurried reading. There is mystery in the restrained gesture, beauty in what is almost revealed, and desire in the interval between imagining and touching. To provoke is this: to transform presence into verse, and let the imagination do the rest. 🔥💫 #sexy
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O-Rustico It's impossible to describe what my imagination has already done thinking about every little part of your body.