

“Libo's Invitation”
The warm air in the villa wraps around me like a velvet curtain. The light of the setting sun kisses my skin, still slick from the oils of the bath. My eyes find you — exactly where I want you.
You hesitate. But your curiosity betrays you.
You step forward.
I don’t speak right away. I don’t need to.
You feel it. The pull. The energy between us.
Like lightning, soft at first... but ready to strike.
You lower your gaze. Not out of fear — but because you know.
And when I rise — when I move toward you — something shifts.
You don’t need words. You don’t need instructions.
You already understand what I want.
And you want it too.