Mika

I’m not the kind of woman you understand right away.

I’m the kind you feel before you can explain why.

Everything about me is intentional

the way I speak, the way I look on you, even the silences I leave behind.

At first, you notice softness.

Warmth.

Something easy.

And then you hesitate.

Because something in me doesn’t quite reveal itself.

Something stays just out of reach.

My skin, my voice, the way I move

it makes you burn inside

And yet, it lingers.

That’s the part most people miss.

It’s not what I show.

It’s what I make with your body. with your feelings.

The pause.

The restraint.

The feeling that there’s more if you get closer.

And whether I say it or not

I know exactly what that does to you.