Phyllis Haymore

Jessy's Unusual Fantasy
Sometimes I imagine us in a beautiful, abandoned theater.
The velvet seats are dusty, the heavy red curtains whisper forgotten secrets. There's no one there but us just the creak of the floorboards and the soft hush of our breathing.

You're standing on the stage, and I'm hidden in the shadows, watching you every move, every breath. The idea of being unseen but so dangerously close makes my heart race
I love the thought of slowly stepping into the spotlight, piece by piece, baring not just my body, but my hunger, my need knowing your eyes are the only audience I'll ever want

There's something dizzy about performing not for fame, not for applause but just for one person. Just for you.
Moving slowly, teasingly, never rushing. Every look, every silent plea, every trembling pause charged with electricity

And then. the moment where you finally step down from your throne of shadows, crossing the distance between us in two hungry steps and nothing else matters.
No rules. No world outside.
Just the wild, messy, desperate dance of two souls that can't stay apart any longer.