Rose Astarte

You want to taste
But thirst like yours is meant to linger
This is not for sipping
This is for kneeling, watching, learning to crave in

"You don’t get to touch.
But you do get to listen.
To the way my fingers move slowly over my soles,
to the slick sound of cream on soft

You’re not Mine yet.
But I can let you look.
Just a little. Just enough to feel it settle in your chest.

The rest of Me is reserved — for

He paid for the polish
He doesn’t get the skin
He doesn’t get the warmth
He only gets the ache

🖤
You can stare, if you paid
Touching is