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

You know what this is.
You know why you’re back here, reading this, throbbing for more.

Silence is a privilege.
Serving is a promise.

End