What turns me on isn’t just touch.
It’s the voice — a little rougha little confident.
Fingers moving slowlylike they’re learning my skin.
Eyes that undress me before hands do.
And the silence between wordsfull of tension and unspoken wants.
I love when restraint is only at the beginning.
Turns Off
A lack of sensitivity.
When he rushes — not mejust the act itself.
When it’s all about himand he forgets I’m not just participating — I’m half of the experience.
Roughness without permissionsilence without emotion.
Chemistry isn’t just bodies.
It’s awareness. It’s rhythm.
