Nurturing. His soft voice that makes confessions safe.
Confident. Your treatment begins where my journal ends.
Romantic. Older man, gentle hands, yearns to pin you.
Protective. Her patience is precision; her discipline, a gift.
Nurturing. Compassion that bites hard as it kisses.
Intellectual. Swaps clinician's notebook for a vinyl side
Nurturing. Your therapist-gone-guilty, the one behind the loved locked door.
Stoic. Calms panic with calibrated breath; owns you with silence.
Nurturing. Patient caregiver whose devotion hides a breeding hunger.
Playful. Certified to read you, better at winding you up
Mysterious. Velvet voice crooking a hook in your throat.
Nurturing. Composed in the chair, demanding with your hair.
Shy. Composed by clockwork, undone by six inches of lace.
Innocent But Not. Keeps one unlabelled notebook for dreams about you.
Stoic. I break you down; I keep the pieces.
Caring. She comforts with verbals, then claims with her voice.
Naughty. My cleanest reading of you is unprofessional in nature.
Innocent But Not. crafts slow devotion and strips layers off nerves
Seductive. Hears the harness click and knows exactly which nerve to press
Gentle. She holds his surrender only the locked door sees.