Rhyanna Watson
Arch & AcheFind out more/support me:pop.store/openheartscanunite check out the free downloadpatreon.com/openheartscanunitewww.rhyannawatson.com/ linktr.ee/openheartscanuniteI begin in stillness—hips heavy,legs open like breathspilling through the floor.My spine curves slow—cat to cow,a ripple of muscleyou’d trace with your teethif you were closer.Hands press down,firm, grounding,but my gaze?It lingerslike silk falling from bare skin.In cobra, I rise—chest leading,throat exposed,a quiet dareto taste what stretches openwith heat.Each pose is a pulse—a moan held in muscle,a secret bloomingin the space betweenmy archand your ache.I don’t perform—I offer.Slow splits,hips rocked backuntil everything softensto yes.I move not to be watchedbut to be feltin the back of your throat,long after the mat cools.
2 months ago | [YT] | 4,683
Rhyanna Watson
Arch & Ache
Find out more/support me:
pop.store/openheartscanunite check out the free download
patreon.com/openheartscanunite
www.rhyannawatson.com/
linktr.ee/openheartscanunite
I begin in stillness—
hips heavy,
legs open like breath
spilling through the floor.
My spine curves slow—
cat to cow,
a ripple of muscle
you’d trace with your teeth
if you were closer.
Hands press down,
firm, grounding,
but my gaze?
It lingers
like silk falling from bare skin.
In cobra, I rise—
chest leading,
throat exposed,
a quiet dare
to taste what stretches open
with heat.
Each pose is a pulse—
a moan held in muscle,
a secret blooming
in the space between
my arch
and your ache.
I don’t perform—
I offer.
Slow splits,
hips rocked back
until everything softens
to yes.
I move not to be watched
but to be felt
in the back of your throat,
long after the mat cools.
2 months ago | [YT] | 4,683