#softdesire

To the girls who ache in lipstick and lace,

hearts full of novels they’ll never erase—

you walk through the world like it’s almost enough,

but your mind writes stories far bolder, more rough.

You love like a storm with the sound turned down,

a silent confession behind every frown.

You want to be held and undone in one breath,

to dance at the edge of desire and death.

You dream in detail—fingers, teeth, control—

not just kisses, but giving your soul.

You hide it in giggles, in glances, in blush,

but your heart beats loud when the world goes hush.

I see you—the queens of the “just one night more,”

you romantic, erotic, emotional core.

Your fantasies aren’t flaws to be denied—

they're the fire that keeps your sadness alive.

So here’s to the girls who fall hard and think deep,

who write poetry in their heads before sleep,

who ache for a love that’s both raw and divine—