What turns me on?
It’s not just touch — it’s presence.
A slow gaze that lingers just a second too long.
Fingers brushing skin like a whisper.
A voice, deep and close, saying my name like it’s a secret.
The tension before the first kiss — that electric pause.
Confidence, without arrogance.
Turns Off
Don’t lie to me.
I can handle the truth — even when it hurts.
What I can’t stand is pretending.
Fake smiles. Empty words.
Say what you mean… or don’t say anything at all.
