I walk toward him slowly. Each step is a clean hit on the fl..
Added 2025-04-19 14:23:13 +0000 UTCI walk toward him slowly. Each step is a clean hit on the floor, as if I were beating time.
Then I reach him. And I climb.
My first foot sinks into his thigh.
The second on his abdomen.
The skin beneath me tightens, vibrates, breathes.
I am on top of him, in perfect balance.
My body is straight, my breathing calm.
He is still. Submissive. Offered.
I move slowly.
I walk on him as if on a sacred surface.
Each step marks him. Each pressure is a memory that will remain with him.
I step on him with elegance, with precision.
I step on his chest, then down, then up again.
I feel my heart beating under my heel.
But I don't stop.
I don't look at him. I don't touch him with my hands.
I don't need to.
I am all in my steps.
He is my floor.
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