The coffee is still hot, she sticks out her tongue with a cap of foam on it, and everyone knows exactly what it suggests. She knows too — and does it anyway. Or precisely because of that.

The sheets look like a small tornado just passed — the good kind, the one that leaves you smiling. She sits in the middle of it, cup in hand, grinning like someone who knows exactly which thoughts she’s setting off.

Black and white makes it worse. Or better, depending on how uptight you are. The foam, the tongue, that grin — everything hints at what should not be said out loud.

Morning light creeps through the window and turns the bed into a stage for small sins. No big show needed — just a cup of coffee and the audacity to do what everyone thinks but no one says.

She sits like someone who just broke all the rules and loved every second. With a look that says: “Yes, I know exactly what’s going on in your dirty minds.”

Sometimes seduction is subtle. And sometimes it’s a dollop of white foam on the tongue — and the certainty that everyone understands.

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