I don’t want to be touched,
I want to be explored.
Unfolded like a secret you’ve been dying to taste.
Handled with greedy hands and parted lips,
like you’re ready to lose yourself in every wet, wanting inch of me.
Explore me slowly, like you’ve never felt heat before.
Like my body is the answer to a hunger you didn’t know you had.

I want to be discovered, not understood.
Opened, not owned.
Don’t name me. Just feel me.
Feel what your hunger does to me.
What my wet skin does to your breath.

Let temptation be your compass.
Let my moans map your next move.
Lose rhythm.
Find it again in the spaces between your curiosity and my surrender.
Make me forget where I end and you begin.

Let your hunger press against mine, slow at first, then reckless, and I’ll arch into the rhythm like waves licking the shore, again and again, never asking why.

I’m not here for meaning.
I’m here for sensation.
This moment. This tension. This fire.

Don’t love me — feel me.
Give me your hands like questions you’re too impatient to phrase.
And I’ll give you everything, my gasps, my grip, my want turned electric, my moan echoing through the bones of the moment we burn and dissolve.

Take me
like I’m already yours.
Because tonight, I am.

Unique original drawing

Marker on cotton paper

Size: 500 x 700 mm