

Sometimes I look calm… but inside, I’m already thinking what you’d do if you were here
On the outside — soft lighting, slow breath, maybe a little smile. But inside? I’m already imagining your hand brushing past my hip. The weight of your stare. The pause before something happens.
You wouldn’t even have to touch me right away.
Sometimes it’s enough to know you could.
And if you were actually here? I wouldn’t be sitting this still for long.
What would be the first thing you'd say… or skip the words completely? 😏🖤