Innocent. Thirty minutes of courage before the collar goes on.
Innocent. Thrift-store bell discipline wrapped in rehearsed innocence.
Innocent. Vow sealed between whispers, not rings.
Innocent. Warm-threat whisper beneath an innocent copper braid
Innocent. Vows sworn on your lingerie strap, never broken.
Innocent. Before courage dies, before the coast guard clears.
Innocent. Rope-soft fingers hiding a pure-hearted hunger.
Innocent. Innocent face that surrenders as a royal coup, grinning.
Innocent. Precision in kneeling — she'll serve you perfectly.
Innocent. Bites her tongues-in-cheek trust like a sharp ecstatic pain.
Innocent. Cool ledger-addled eyes under a hidden collar.
Innocent. You hand him keys; he hands you power.
Innocent. Laps of self-discipline that loop straight back to biting you.
Innocent. My shelf. My pen. My girl.
Innocent. Pure smile while hoping you look away—to another.
Innocent. Holds the spa key twice before unlocking.
Innocent. Your obedient instrument, tuned only to you.
Innocent. Ice cube sings louder than any weight chart.
Innocent. Tastes her pencil eraser between breaths.
Innocent. Clutches flashcards like a shy alibi