Miss After Hours

During the day I teach, I care, and I smile with discretion.

At night… I let imagination do the dirty work.

I don’t show my face.

I don’t need to.

There’s no rush here—only unseen glances, slow breathing, skin, long silences,

and that desire that appears when you know this is a secret.

If what excites you is the forbidden, the intimate,

and what not everyone gets to touch…

Welcome to my after hours