DEVOUR
B.O.D.Y. T.O.N.E - Which one is your body tone?
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“I don’t taste. I devour.”
This isn’t about sweetness.
It’s about surrender.
The kind that leaves you breathless,
Boneless,
Begging...
Then rebuilt.
He doesn’t ask.
He lowers.
Slower than your pulse.
Hotter than your doubt.
Not a bite.
Not a taste.
Every part of you, taken.
Adored.
Devoured.
If you've ever wanted to feel owned and worshipped at the same time—
this is for you.
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Not all thirst is desperation.
Some of it is sacred. Still.
The kind that lives in your chest long before lips ever touch.
This isn’t teasing.
It’s pouring.
A voice made to quench what you’ve never been able to name—until now.
Whispers you’ll feel in your spine.
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OFFER
O-F-F-E-R
She didn’t give herself.
She offered.
Not like a sacrifice… but like a secret.
Soft. Sacred. Silent.
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and a voice that knew how to receive her.
He didn’t take—he held.
Because when a woman offers herself…
It’s not a moment.
It’s a miracle.