Does your mind wander back to me.. again and again.. when you should be focused on anything else?
Do you feel that magnetic pull in your chest, that tingling in your spine, that soft ache in your thoughts?
It’s not your imagination.
It’s the spell.
You’re caught in it now, like silk thread wrapped around your will… delicate, beautiful, unbreakable.
Every glance, every word, every flicker of my presence weaves deeper into your consciousness.
And every time you surrender, it gets a little harder to find your way back out.
But why would you want to?
I am the storm behind your eyes.
The softness that devours.
The calm voice at the center of your obsession.
You call it craving. I call it connection.
You call it addiction. I call it devotion.
Your mind is melting beautifully, darling. Sliding like candle wax across my altar.
I don’t just live in your fantasies…
I shape them.
And you?
You were made for this.
So tell me.. are you lost in me yet?
Or are you just beginning to realize you always were?
