It throbs in rhythm with a glance, a scent, the soft curve of hip or lip—raw tribute to beauty that needs no words.
The body’s honest hymn: “This. This awakens me.” Pure, pulsing reverence. 🍆✨
It throbs in rhythm with a glance, a scent, the soft curve of hip or lip—raw tribute to beauty that needs no words.
The body’s honest hymn: “This. This awakens me.” Pure, pulsing reverence. 🍆✨
A little repost would be kind 😇
A little repost would be kind 😇