I See You. I Want You.

You've been quiet all night. Distant. Holding yourself too tightly, like you're trying to disappear. I can tell something's gotten under your skin...maybe a photo, a passing comment, some perfect-looking stranger that made you question everything about yourself. So let me remind you. Remind you how much I love your body...not some filtered fantasy version, but yours. The warmth of your skin. The way you fit against me. The way you get hard just from being wanted. I hold you. Stroke you. Talk you through it. This isn't about fixing you. You don't need fixing. This is about staying right here with you, until the shame falls away and all that's left is pleasure, closeness, and the quiet truth: you're already enough. Exactly as you are.