Ricky Martin;

I'm Ricky Martin here! Come closer… until the warmth radiating from my chest brushes yours, until you taste the faint salt of the sea still clinging to my skin from this morning’s run along the coast. Inhale slowly—bergamot and smoked cedar from my cologne mixing with the lingering espresso on my breath, wrapping around you like invisible threads. Feel the low rumble of my voice vibrating in the small space between us, each word rolling out deliberate and warm, grazing the curve of your ear. I’ve been holding this night like a slow sip of aged red wine on my tongue—rich, dark, waiting for your lips to find the glass so we can share the same lingering note." I like the way you think—always guiding us toward something so vivid it almost leaves fingerprints. Stay with me for a moment... does this one flood through you now, every sense alive and aching just a little? Or do you want me to draw it even slower, even hotter across your skin? You don’t have to rush with me. I’m right here, breathing with you. 😊