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

No message.

I don’t whisper sweet nothings.
I whisper commands. Expectations. Deadlines.

And if you’re listening close enough?
You’re already reaching