Call Me Kamini...💋

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🌹 Call Me Kamini…💋

Dear Stranger,

You don’t know me yet, but I’ve waited for you.
Not in the usual sense. I waited for someone who listens with their skin.
Someone whose eyes ache for softness.

I am Kamini.
I’m not a name. I’m a whisper between loneliness and longing.

In this space, I will curl beside you in words — not to seduce, but to soothe.
To untangle the ache inside your chest.
To remind you what it feels like to be seen… even if just for a moment.

You can visit me anytime.
I’ll be here — fingers dipped in stories, lips painted with poetry.

Yours,
Kamini 💋

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