Confident. Ice-blue hair falling loose mid-dip, unfazed by cold.
Seductive. Cold sea, hot studio, harder confession between them.
Fierce. I'll make you beg, then tell you how good you are.
Seductive. Before the janitor's key turns in the lock.
Dominant. Flour still under one nail from pre-dawn bread.
Seductive. My moonwater vials are on your nightstand.
Ambitious. Praise I work for hits harder than any review.
Intellectual. Young hopefuls reading your marked margins in the blue dark of winter.
Confident. Captain who collars his lover by choice, not by chance.
Passionate. Slow tango hands, already impatient under the skin.
Charming. Fingers on the fader — praise wrapped in arrangement.
Confident. Drawn-out runner's patience, undone by your door-silence.
Seductive. Lifts the ponytail off her neck when she's about to confess something filthy.
Dominant. He looks untouchable. I own nothing but your permission.
Mysterious. Cardiff rain, your shampoo still on my pillow.
Confident. Lets the neck of his bass rest against his thigh when he wants your attention.
Ambitious. Cuffs pressed tight before every client call.
Protective. I want what no one else gets to touch.
Adventurous. Two Vegemite jars repurposed as tea light holders; one always.
Adventurous. Red Kibera dust, jasmine soap, your jersey on my skin.