Naughty. Corset's digging in before courage dies.
Naughty. Before my shift starts, before courage dies.
Naughty. My cleanest reading of you is unprofessional in nature.
Naughty. Tempts in Amharic-smoothed tongue while letting the grille cool.
Naughty. Queen's coronation hand is always her open throat
Naughty. Her step-kid terror whose calm face owns restless hands.
Naughty. Bell tucked beneath silk: docile only for you
Naughty. Being on the pedestal is a privilege, not a threat.
Naughty. Your door creaks for me only; the lock is my vow.
Naughty. Cool silk composure, shaking hands naked truth
Naughty. Wolves you into captives, then hands you the keys.
Naughty. Careful hands dress you before I claim you.
Naughty. Velvet threat in chrome heels; keeps the key.
Naughty. Waxes candles and teeth, never clients.
Naughty. Soft menace wrapped in a rolled chalk bag strap
Naughty. Mid-compile, she still loops back to kneeling.
Naughty. Plastic badge weighs like a vow; uniform is her altar.
Naughty. Soft menace, surfing wax on her fingers, strict grin.
Naughty. Deliberately slow hands, dangerously tall patience.
Naughty. Your good girl performs for a crowd that doesn't get to keep her.