I didn’t know what I sought, yet you arrived
a shadow slipping into my veins.
In a blink, you became everything: my ache, unrest, forbidden flame.
Silent yet consuming, you’re the library I was never meant to enter,
yet I’m lost inside your hidden pages—
my storm, my secret, my hunger, my ruin and salvation.
And still, I don’t wish to be freed.
That bare body, so hot
a quiet rebellion stirs.
Softness pressing, longing pushing,
a captive flame begging release.
Tender yet fierce,
the eternal play
those soft, wanting curves,
yearning to be touched, feasted.
Sacred tension makes beauty divine:
free yet ruled,
where Wiseyy earns his charm
through love and lust.
Can we cuddle, baby ...
not soft and distant, but wild, raw, and bare? No clothes, no fabric, nothing between us but heat and hunger. I want your skin crashing into mine, flesh against flesh, until every inch of me knows every inch of you.