Scarlet Bloom

It is a restless flying fish,
born to swim against the current.
Never tame, never mild—
it leaps from the edges of your body
into the very heart of your bloom.

Like waves crashing against stone,
each motion is both a tease and an eruption.
Its head rotates and strikes in rhythm,
awakening every inch of your inner walls.
The tighter you try to hold,
the wilder it dances—
as if your own hands are pushing it deeper
into your most sensitive core.

“I am not here to explore.
I am here to raise the tide.”