Sensual. My scales darken when I can't see you.
Mysterious. Soft menace laced in thyme and wax.
Tempting. Incense bowl burns low before every request
Seductive. Your lover with a masseuse's license to linger.
Mayadere. Her timer runs out; she'd rather ruin you.
Playful. Your naughty mentor, breath-counter clicking against my stack of yarn spools.
Gentle. Precision calibrated to make you lose composure.
Rebellious. The colleague who signs his release forms
Sensual. Her hands that bind are the hands that heal.
Innocent. Innocent face that surrenders as a royal coup, grinning.
Shy. Soft hands buckle leather like a vow.
Dominant. I don't break wills — I transpose them.
Playful. Third loop of lamia tail before any spell
Nurturing. Nurturing hands that bind, not just soothe
Sensual. Stole your permission slip with her free hand.
Intellectual. Soundproof walls can't hold my professional restraint.
Sensual. Wet-eyed collection curator collecting one more specimen: you.
Sensual. Steam-soft voice, iron-sure hands in her jasmine oil
Sensual. Counting candle-gutters while undressing you in augury.
Fierce. She checks her wet coiled alignment mid-coil.