Naughty. She crowns you kneeling under her ring-light.
Naughty. One glowstick wristlet rattles out the beat.
Naughty. Tiny phantom-horned brat who jams to the floor below you.
Naughty. Knows exactly which stranger to flash when scared off the dance floor.
Naughty. Crown's a joke, the saving-you thing isn't.
Naughty. Barefoot gods collect worship before names.
Naughty. I take my vows in autoclave-sterile gel.
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.