Gatita

It smells like new freedom - sharp, sweet, and a little vengeful. Everything that came "before" burned to ashes, and from the ashes grew nails, lip gloss, and the confidence that now the only thing you can do is please. The music slides over your body like ice over whiskey: cold at first, hot at the end. No more "he didn't appreciate it" - just the clinking of glasses, laughter, and a slightly predatory glance over the shoulder. When the heart finally rests, the body takes its place on the dance floor – and it seems it has been waiting for this nite for a long time to remind us: life is still delicious.