Candlelight flickers against cold stone walls, shadows moving like whispers.
I feel your presence before I see you — slow, controlled, inevitable.
Nothing is rushed; every look, every step pulls the tension tighter.
The night feels heavy with desire, dark and deliberate.
Turns Off
I’m turned off by shallow minds and forced intensity.
Disrespect, impatience, and heavy energy break the spell instantly.
I don’t like noise where there should be silence,
or people who rush what’s meant to unfold slowly
