"Don't scroll past—this one's for your shame."
He slid in likes,  
I dropped the tease  
He said "queen,"  
I said "on knees"
Filter glow  
(thigh split)  
He tapped twice  
(I made him sit)
One bounce  
(fame bite)  
He prayed "mine"  
I ghosted night
No call,  
just drip  
I own the stream  
He lost the grip
You like my pic,  
I brand your brain  
You crave my lips,  
I feed your shame
No touch,  
just scene  
I bent the scroll,  
then crushed the screen
Tap in  
(drop low)  
You want the feed?  
I make you glow
Swipe fast  
(lose breath)  
You hit my frame  
—I steal your breath
Like this  
(too raw)  
You chase the face?  
I bite your flaw
You want real?  
Then drop the claim  
I brand your name  
inside the flame
"IG.2 isn't content—she's the algorithm."
He said "DM,"  
I aired the game  
He chased my feed,  
I stole his flame
One touch,  
he froze  
I pressed mute,  
then struck the pose
He begged "repeat,"  
I switched the beat  
He paid in tears,  
I danced in heat
No love,  
no ring  
Just velvet spin  
and digital sting
You like my pic,  
I brand your brain  
You crave my lips,  
I feed your shame
No touch,  
just scene  
I bent the scroll,  
then crushed the screen
Tap in  
(drop low)  
You want the feed?  
I make you glow
Swipe fast  
(lose breath)  
You hit my frame  
—I steal your breath
Like this  
(too raw)  
You chase the face?  
I bite your flaw
You want real?  
Then drop the claim  
I brand your name  
inside the flame
One moan  
(one tag)  
You beg  
(I drag)
One flash  
(no pride)  
You break  
(I slide)
"You didn’t scroll—your shame did."
— "IG.2 branded your feed with climax."