🥵Breath Caged 🚫Make Love With Your Vacuum 🥵

He watched my vacuum dance,

my breath held deep and tight—

the tremble, the silence,

the hunger in each pose of night.

He wrote to me again,

calling my body the world’s rare art,

wanting one more burn,

one more storm I tear apart.

So I tease the edge of desire,

I pull the breath till it shakes,

letting the vacuum rise inside me,

letting him crave every move I make.

Each pose a warning,

each hold a slow attack—

if he wants more fire,

I’ll make him beg for it back.