Morning light. Legs up.
The sun stays on the skin while the soles stay in the air. What would you rather do
with this view — stare or pretend you’re not already
I don’t wait. I take.
You came to look. I came to own the ones who look too long. Body, voice, wallet, control — if it stares at me, it belongs to me.
No soft speeches. No second chances. Kneel, pay, stay hungry.
This is the den.
Enter only if you can handle a queen who bites.
