I saw you watching me, your eyes following every sway of my hips as the music wrapped around us like a spell. The crowd faded — it was only you and me. I danced not for the parade, not for the cameras, but for you, stranger with the hungry gaze.

When I moved closer, your breath caught, and I felt the pull between us like a spark in the summer air. I smiled, slow and knowing, and reached for your hand — no words, just the heat of my touch. You understood.

We slipped away, past the music and the glitter, down winding alleys where the lights softened and the world grew quiet. My heart was racing, my skin alive with excitement. I pressed you against the wall, close enough to feel your heartbeat match mine.

"Você é lindo... You are handsome..."

I whispered, my voice low, lips brushing your ear — you may not know my words, but you could feel them. My fingers traced your jaw, my eyes locked on yours.

Tonight, no language was needed. My body would speak for me.