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“Waiblingen, in Stillness”
unfinished, deliberately

You asked what I’m like when no one’s watching.
The answer isn’t flattering — it’s honest.

My breasts aren’t even. My hips hold stories. My ass remembers things my mouth won’t say.
There’s a scar at my side I stopped naming years ago. My voice sits low — not for drama, but because I like to feel it rise.

If we were in Waiblingen, really here, I’d walk you past the shops just as they close.
We wouldn’t speak.
The silence would do more than either of us ever could.

There’s a room I keep — not hidden, just unlisted.
Wood floor. No mirror.
That’s where I’d start undoing things.
Not to tempt. To return.

Not a striptease show.
Not choreography.
Just breath. Cloth. Heat. Stillness.

When I touch you — and maybe I would — it wouldn’t be for effect.
It would be listening. With palms. With weight.
They call it erotic massage.
They call me escort Waiblingen.

But names don’t survive the moment your breath changes.
And yours will.

That’s how I’ll know.