She wears no words—
alarms in mind, half-heard.
Moonlight carves her silhouette,
her skin aglow, a cigarette.
Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—
how many hearts has she made kneel?
Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,
ensnaring me in shadowed light.
The breeze lifts scent from her lips;
my skin ignites beneath her whip.
A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---
what hidden truths between thighs?
Still, I step into her lair—
her parted lips, a whispered snare.
For silence lures, a ruby sin,
a quiet pull, that draws me in.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
She wears no words—
alarms in mind, half-heard.
Moonlight carves her silhouette,
her skin aglow, a cigarette.
Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—
how many hearts has she made kneel?
Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,
ensnaring me in shadowed light.
The breeze lifts scent from her lips;
my skin ignites beneath her whip.
A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---
what hidden truths between thighs?
Still, I step into her lair—
her parted lips, a whispered snare.
For silence lures, a ruby sin,
a quiet pull, that draws me in.
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