Turn On
Sometimes, I don`t even need to touch me to start feeling that heat ... Just imagine that you are there, looking at me with that intense attention, wishing me in silence. Thinking about your eyes following me while I move slowly ... in how your breathing accelerates with each gesture of mine ...
Turn Off
I go out pressed, as if I had to please without mattersing how I feel. It cools when someone arrives without respect, without greeting, without connecting, as if I were just one more screen. And what is least supported ... is the coldness disguised as demand. Because I vibrate with real energy, w