Ribbed cream. Both hands in.
I pulled the fabric tight so you’d see exactly how full it sits.
This isn’t a gym shot. This is a reminder of what you’re not allowed to
You look. You melt. You give. That is the whole religion.
I dress like something expensive and speak like something inevitable. Attention is a privilege. My body is an altar. Your wallet is how you say please without ruining the silence.
Stay if you want to be ruined quietly — denied, noticed, emptied, kept.
Look.
Melt.
Give.
Welcome. You may stay… as long as you remember who owns you.
