dorothylake · 39

Candle glow finds the curve of my smile long before my voice reaches you. I speak in half-promises and slow blinks, the kind that stretch a second into something heavier. Every word is measured, every pause intentional, as if the silence itself is part of the invitation. Luxury wrapped in heat. Soft shadows, gleaming skin, the quiet confidence of someone who knows exactly how long to hold a gaze before letting it slip away. Come closer...the night is already watching....and so am I.