Silk and shadow,
lip gloss catching moonlight like a secret half-told.
A sissy wrapped in satin courage —
not a costume, but a confession.
Every step a soft rebellion,
every sway a poem written in curves and confidence.
Lace tracing skin like delicate handwriting,
spelling out desire in cursive fire.🔥 let being a sissy comes from your soul ❤️🔥🌹❤️🔥









