I’m the kind of indulgence you don’t talk about at dinner parties — the private luxury you revisit in your thoughts when the room goes quiet. Silk sheets, slow sips, and rules rewritten behind closed doors.
I won’t ask what you do — I’ll only care how you do it. The scent of your anticipation is my favorite perfume, and I wear your attention better than lingerie.
We won’t waste time — we’ll savor it. One look, one touch, and the world will politely step aside. Temptation never looked this composed.
