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And the city, somehow, always knows

when I need to disappear into the night.

My room smells like lavender and something sweeter

I can't quite name.

I slip the sheer black tights up my legs,

smooth, tight, comforting.

They cling like second skin, hugging curves

I never apologize for.

In the mirror, to spark something.

And then I send him the cafe location,

a quiet place near Shinjuku.

I sit by the window, legs crossed, heart slow but hungry.

It's late, but Tokyo glows like it never ******,

and neither do I. When he walks in,

I know instantly.

He looks at me like he expected someone else,

but stays like he doesn't mind.

His eyes drift, lingering on the shimmer of my thighs.

He doesn't speak right away, just sits across from me

and watches.

I like the weight of his gaze.

It makes me feel visible in a way that

isn't always easy to find.

We talk about nothing, where the heartbeat of the city.

Inside, the silence grows thick between us,

warm and magnetic.

I cross my legs again slowly.

He watches every movement, and I can feel the tension

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