I’m the quiet thrill you crave when the lights go low — warm brown eyes that hold yours while my soft curves mold perfectly to your body. I love when your breath mixes with mine, when your touch teases my skin and my shy smile turns into a soft gasp that only you get to hear. With me, pleasure is slow and sweet — kisses that taste like secrets, hands that wander in the dark, bodies tangled until the sun finds us still wanting. I want your eyes on me, your fingers exploring, your lips leaving trails of warmth everywhere. I’m your gentle sin, your soft muse, and the reason you wake up aching to feel my warmth again.