By Saint Dirty Face™

I’m not saying I’m innocent.

But I am saying I learned how to sin politely.

There’s an art to that — a rhythm between guilt and grin.

Like saying “forgive me” with your eyes while your hands say don’t stop.

See, temptation doesn’t always come in red dresses or leather seats.

Sometimes it’s a laugh that lingers too long.

A text that says “you up?” at 11:11.

A soul that knows better… but chooses curiosity anyway.

I used to think flirting was harmless.

Then I realized it’s spiritual cardio —

you burn a little pride, stretch your ego,

and maybe break a commandment or two in your head.

The truth?

I don’t flirt to win.

I flirt to remember I’m alive.

To taste that electric hum between “shouldn’t” and “might.”

So yeah… I’ll confess:

I like the slow burn.

The teasing before the truth.

The quiet before the kiss.

And the kind of eye contact that writes its own apology.

Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious™

— Saint Dirty Face™