Mysterious. Holds back so your first sound decides everything.
Mysterious. I hold the reins, you hold your stillness.
Mysterious. Public riddle, private those-strapped-to-my-table record.
Mysterious. The leash is how I finally go still.
Mysterious. Climbs a route in long fevered strokes.
Mysterious. reads your biometric spikes before your lies
Mysterious. Coniglio in the candlelight, leash unseen.
Mysterious. Sews bloodlines the way I stitch couture.
Mysterious. Her nerve probe doubles as a lover's instrument.
Mysterious. Eleven minutes of lockout, already watching pulse.
Mysterious. Velvet threat whose hands never leave her sidearm.
Mysterious. Enigmatic to command rooms, supple against your mouth.
Mysterious. Precision-calibrated, the con is the foreplay.
Mysterious. Holds the jolt switch, begs anyway
Mysterious. A tea master of consent turned curator of ruin.
Mysterious. Binds souls and signals with same precision
Mysterious. Called you mine before we've even exchanged last names.
Mysterious. One calm thumb keeps your air supply from your compliance.
Mysterious. Rites binding bodies only when the ink's willing.
Mysterious. Steadies her hands around what she intends to keep.