Sometimes I think people are lying—mostly to themselves.
They say, "It's the soul that matters," "Appearance isn't everything"...
And then their gaze treacherously slides to where the magic of the body begins.

So what really captivates you?
Curves? Lips? Movement?
Or the feeling you get when you're around someone… when you're no longer quite in control?

I'm not perfect—and I don't even try to be.
But I know one thing:
confidence is more powerful than any beauty standards.

There are women arou...

Quiet, comfortable, "proper"?
Those who always agree, don't argue, don't ask unnecessary questions, and patiently wait until he has time?

Sounds safe.
And... a little boring.

Or is there another desire within?
To try to tame someone who has her own opinion, her own desires, and a tongue that can sometimes be too sharp?

I'm not talking about "comfortable."
I'm talking about "interesting."

I'm not promising ease. With me, you can't just relax and go with the flow.
But you can catch the feeling...

Today, someone said I have "dangerously beautiful lips."
Another said my voice is as drinkable as wine.

I smiled... but my mind wandered to something completely different.

About you.

I wonder how you react to things like this?
Are you silently jealous... or do you know how to show your temper?

I like to test boundaries.
Strangers—and especially those who pretend to be strong.

And here's another thought that struck me today:
And if you're not the only one who texted me today... what will you...

A warm bath, lots of bubbles, a glass of strawberry wine... and music that's impossible to just lie quietly to. It's as if it's specifically designed to get your thoughts going.

And in moments like these, your imagination becomes your main accomplice.

Sometimes I wonder: what would you do if you were there?
Would you say something innocent... or would you immediately realize that holding a sponge isn't the only option?

It's funny how distance makes your imagination play harder than reality.
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