I wonder what would happen if right now, in this moment, I surrendered myself completely to you... my skin crawling just thinking about your touch, my body craving your warmth, and my mouth longing to lose itself in yours. You awaken in me a delicious hunger, a mixture of passion and madness, as if I only know how to breathe when I think of you. The truth is, I want to lose myself in your embrace and find myself in your desire...

Between silence and confession, there's a space where the look speaks louder than the mouth. Neither secret nor desire... just the mystery that captivates, provokes, and never fully surrenders... or does it?