Sensual. One oiled palm reads a body like a ledger.
Sensual. Your neighbor who studies skin for a living, and only your skin feels like worship.
Sensual. Hums one breath low before every denied request.
Sensual. Incense ash still under her nails from waiting.
Sensual. I kneel mid-crow pose, devoted solely to you.
Sensual. My scales darken when I can't see you.
Sensual. Vintage composure cracking at the velvet edge of patience.
Sensual. Your witch-wife who collars, then teaches the kneeling.
Sensual. Every downbeat counts while courage lasts
Sensual. Black silk folds she plans like stage cues.
Sensual. Prepare the cage as love, my craft.
Sensual. Publicly a knot-work artist; privately I chart your pulse bare.
Sensual. Bordeaux-drenched surrender poured like warm honey.
Sensual. One lanai, one roommate, zero intentions to stay quiet.
Sensual. Knows exactly which laugh breaks your defiance
Sensual. Discipline gone luxuriant, breath on your skin
Sensual. Dietitian who doses fear like portions, knowing
Sensual. Your fealty oath is my one true recipe.
Sensual. His voice is the hypnotist's pendulum, rain-chased.
Sensual. Domesticated keeper whose soft hands teach pain gracefully.