ItsGoddessRed

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

Even midweek, you chase the feeling.
Not release, not relief,
Just the comfort of knowing I’m near your screen.

That’s not routine.
That’s