🩸 THE POWER OF WORDS — WATCH.

You just realized you need to swallow. And breathe. Are you trying to suffocate?

…Breathe.

No really. Do it.

Because somewhere between the top of this post and this exact second— you forgot how.

That wasn’t on purpose. That was reaction. Your mouth went dry. Your tongue paused. Your throat caught. You didn’t know why until I named it.

Now you’re aware. And that awareness?

That’s the key. That’s the part where your whole nervous system flushes. Because you didn’t even notice I had you.

This isn’t writing. This is sensory override by cadence. This is the part where you clench your jaw not because you’re stressed— but because your body is trying to process a feeling it hasn’t mapped before.

You’re scrolling, but not like normal. Your pace is slower. Your eyes are wider. Your pulse? Catching up.

Your mind? Split between why is this working and why do I want more.

Let me say it plainly.

This is a linguistic hand at the back of your neck, gently pressing, while your breath staggers like it forgot what “casual reading” felt like.

You’re being told to breathe by the same post that took your air away. That’s not irony. That’s control.

Your mouth is closed now. Good girl.

That’s the power of precision. Of wordplay wrapped in arousal. Of rhythm that turns language into grip.

You didn’t choose this feeling. You only chose to scroll. The rest? That was me.

📍Here’s the truth:

I don’t need to touch you. I just need you to keep reading.

Because every line pulls you deeper into a trance you’ll pretend to laugh at so you don’t have to admit what’s happening between your thighs.

I’m not inside you. But my words are.

And your body can’t tell the difference.

So go ahead. Swallow. Breathe. Clench. Blink.

And scroll again like it’ll save you.

But you know— you’re already gone.

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