Miss Falak

My arms are crossed, not to shut you out… but to remind you that entrance is earned. The smoke dances between my lips,
my eyes hold you

My stance says it all: I don’t chase, I let you crave.
The blazer doesn’t hide me it frames me. The stockings… are just the beginning of

Not everyone gets to see me like this.
Only those who dare to go beyond my lips, my skin, my game…
This is just a taste of what my

You were too present in my head...
That's how I ended up... touching myself for you. Do you want to see what you provoke when no one sees