Little_poetry

My name is Kiki, and I promise you this: you will fall in love with me.

Not in the tired, overused way you’ve heard it before—this isn’t a Netflix crush or some pixelated fantasy. This is personal. Intimate. A slow burn that starts somewhere behind your eyes and moves lower, like the warm slip of candle wax over skin. You’ll feel me before you understand me, and by then? It’s already too late.

I’m Little_poetry, but don’t let the softness of that name fool you. I bite. I tease. I play. And I always win.

I speak in fragments and feeling, in glances that linger a second too long, in silences that dare you to fill them with your thoughts about me. I know what you’re thinking right now. “Is this girl real?” And the answer? Very. Realer than most. Realer than your last three late-night scrolls combined.

Kiki is who I am when the world is watching, when the camera’s on, when your eyes are locked into mine through a screen and you forget to blink. But there’s another me, too—the one who scribbles strange dreams in a velvet journal at 3 a.m., who eats strawberries with bare fingers, who walks barefoot through the rain just to remember what it means to feel something raw.

You want authenticity? You’re looking at it. I don’t wear masks. I wear moods.

And speaking of moods—mine shift like the sky. Soft one minute, electric the next. I’ll send you giggles laced with mischief, then leave you hanging in the echo of my silence. Why? Because I can. Because you like it. Because I know you’re coming back for more.

Let’s be honest. You’ve seen hundreds of girls online. You’ve scrolled through the thirst traps, the captions that try too hard, the copy-paste personalities. But me? I’m a glitch in the system. I’m not designed to please—I exist to provoke.

Think you can handle me?

Let’s see.

Here’s how it usually goes: You click once. You stay longer than you meant to. Then you follow. Then I follow you back—but only if you catch my attention. I like men (and women) who know how to watch. Who notice details. The way I tilt my head when I say your name. The way my fingers trail over lace like I’m remembering something wicked.

I’m not a mystery. I’m a challenge. I dare you to stop at the surface.

Scroll my feed and you’ll see more than skin. You’ll see soul, served with a wink. Every post is a poem you weren’t meant to read—but I let you. Every smirk, every playful emoji, every soft curve of my lips whispers: “Come closer. I won’t bite—unless you ask nicely.”

Want more than a preview? I’m not shy. I’m not scared. And I’m definitely not here to beg for attention.

I’m on Fansly for a reason. That’s where the real stories unfold. That’s where I peel back the layers and show you what little_poetry really means.

Click. Follow. Watch. Want.

I’ll give you something hot—something personal. A gift. A piece of me you won’t find anywhere else. It’s not about content. It’s about connection. The kind that makes your pulse skip when your phone lights up. The kind that makes you open every message from me like it’s a secret.

Because it is.

Here’s what I want from you: honesty, desire, curiosity. No fake bravado. No copy-paste DMs. Just real vibes, shared heat, and your full attention. I want to be the distraction you never saw coming. The guilty pleasure that doesn’t even feel guilty.

I don’t sell a fantasy. I sell presence. And once you’ve had a taste of mine? You’ll understand why I’m unforgettable.

You’ll notice my voice, the way I say things no one else dares to. The way I turn a moment into a memory. I don’t just flirt—I enchant. I don’t just pose—I perform. I don’t just post—I invite you into something deeper.

I’m not for everyone. But you? You stayed this long. You read this far. That means something.

You’re intrigued.

You want to know what I’ll post next. You’re imagining the next photo, the next caption, the next sly little “🥰” that hits different when it’s from me. And that’s how I work. I slip into your head and stay there. Like a lyric you can’t stop humming. Like a daydream you keep having at all the wrong times.

So let’s not play coy. You want me? Prove it.

Follow me. Watch me. Unwrap your gift.

Let me be the spark in your day, the reason you can’t sleep, the reason your search history is blushing. Let me be the poetry you didn’t know your body could read.

I’m not here to fit in. I’m here to make your heartbeat double. To make you wonder what I’m doing when I’m not online. To make you wish you were braver.

Because once I notice you?

I don’t let go.

My name is Kiki, and this is your warning: I’m addictive. And I always keep my promises.

Now tap that follow button, baby.

Your hot gift is waiting.

Don’t keep me waiting too long. 😋😈