The air is thick, wet, and charged —
no breeze left, only the scent of sweat, skin, and something ancient.
The greenhouse has surrendered, and so have me.

No more whispers.
Just heat, hunger, and bodies in full bloom.

The glass steams.
The weeds tangle around ankles like curious hands.
Every inch exposed, every urge explored — nothing held back.

This is the final act.
Raw. Wild. Unfiltered.
The place where desire isn’t just seen… it’s felt. Deep. Loud. Messy.

"Quand tout brûle, il ne reste que la vérité du corps."
(When everything burns, only the truth of the body remains.)

Thank you for coming with me —
through shadows, softness, and into fire.

I hope you felt it.
And maybe… still do. 💋

With all my heat,
Juliette 💋

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