Daisy’s Secret Rhythm

The night had a humid sweetness that wrapped around Daisy like silk. Her melanin skin glowed beneath the dim amber light, every curve of her body catching shadows that teased and tempted. She loved nights like this—when the world went silent and desire spoke louder than words.


He stood at the door, watching her sway gently to the slow music. Her hips moved like water—soft, deep, irresistible. Daisy didn’t need to say a word; her body was a language of its own.


When he came closer, she didn’t flinch. She let him feel the warmth radiating from her, her scent wrapping around him like honey. His hands slid down her sides, following the soft dips of her waist, until they rested on her hips. She guided him with nothing but movement—slow, rolling, sensual.


Daisy leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I don’t want sweet words tonight,” she whispered. “I want fire.”


His breath hitched. She smiled. Then she turned, pulling him into her heat, her body pressing against his. Their movements melted into each other, grinding in rhythm like a song only they could hear. Every moan, every breath, every touch was a confession she never spoke out loud.


The night became their secret.

And Daisy… she bloomed in the dark. 🌙✨

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