ItsGoddessRed

Spent the day oiled up, sun kissing every curve while I stretched out on the boat.
You don’t get the view.
Not unless you pay to peep,

You kept your distance all week. But the ache built anyway. Now it’s Friday... and you're edging on need.

Your hands shake. Your jaw

You call it scrolling. I call it surrender. Every tap. Every glance. Every time you circle back to this page… you’re deeper.

No message.