I don’t enter rooms.I consecrate them. Perfume of frankincense,hips like a sermon,eyes that say: I know exactly where your soul’s…

She does not ask to be adored—She simply is,like moonlight over saltwater,soft but sovereign,a velvet flame wrapped in silk thunder.…

I woke up moisturized,unbothered,and bathed in divine glow—not your business, not your blueprint,and certainly not your rehab center. I did…

I did not mean to fall in love with the moment,but it held melike it had been waiting for my…

Oh, darling—you wore the mask so well,Oscar-worthy,subtle as a bullhorn wrapped in silk. You smiled like a saint,talked like a…

I walked into the room of memory—where old men sit on the throne,With eyes like contractsand hands that barterflesh for…

They said,“Tone it down—you’re too much.”I said,“Then maybe I’m not for little spoons.” They mistook my hips for a thesis,my…

It begins not with touch,but with presence—the kind that entersa room like a whispered vow. Not to conquer,but to witness.Not…

The Universe is petty.Let’s be clear.It doesn’t knock gently on the doorof your peaceand politely inquireif you’ve “grown.” No, no.It…