I don’t need to raise my voice to be felt. My presence speaks first, my body confirms it. Soft skin, slow fire, a femininity I own completely. I know when I’m being watched. I let it happen. I decide how far desire goes. I don’t offer myself. I allow attention, I control the tension, I enjoy the wanting. If you’re close to me, you’ll feel it. If you stay, it’s because I let you. I am not innocent. I am intentional. I am Isabela.