Smiles that break men? Maybe.

Knees that buckle? Often.

But I don’t collect admirers, I collect intentions,

What will you bring to the table? Not poetry. Not promises. But presence.

I accept:

Honest that doesn’t flatter

Patience that doesn’t rush

Desire that doesn’t demand

Everything else I will keep private or burn it.

Your call.

The woman who doesn’t need to be wanted, she just needs to be chosen.

I'm not here to be discovered. I’m here to be remembered. My silence is louder than your whisper. If you can’t handle the quiet before the storm, leave before it breaks.

Last seen: reading poetry under candlelight.

Currently: deciding whether to answer your message or burn it.