Love
“Some connections aren’t loud—they linger.”
Keep the Heels On
Some intimacy doesn’t ask you to undress.
It asks you to stay exactly where you are.
“Desire doesn’t rush. It remembers.”
Keep the heels on
not for performance—
but because some moments
aren’t meant to be undone.
Balance.
Poise.
Control.
From the side.
Leg lifted isn’t asking.
It’s already decided.
Intentional Movement
A reflection on presence, intention, and the unspoken language of movement—where posture, rhythm, and restraint speak louder than performance.
“Presence is louder than performance.”
I’m on your body
because you move different.
Not just independent—
intentional.
Every step has purpose.
Every pause says something.
I’ve studied presence.
I recognize form, posture, rhythm—
the language before words.
You don’t perform.
You align.
Bed Light
Night doesn’t rush answers.
It lowers the volume.
This is about what stays awake
when the world goes dim—
and what finally gets heard.
I move in and out.
They move in.
Then they move out.
My bed light is the moon now.
From a horizontal vantage point,
I watch the sun escort the day
out of the sky—
applause fading behind it.
The co-star is on its way.
The moon becomes my bed light
when the room is darker inside.
I put the North Star aside.
A shooting star survives
above the level of disguise.
If you looked closely,
you’d see the spark in my eyes—
you’d know the moon is my bed light.
I’m a gemstone,
refreshed by what I’ve survived,
aligned just in time.
Light on my skin—obsidian,
maybe onyx.
This is what I promised myself:
one day,
the moon would be my bed light.