May 15
~ 💋 ~
She speaks in silk,
moves like sin,
Draws grown men like moths within.
A kiss,
a sigh,
a flash of thigh
And just like that, they’re begging why.
She toys with hearts,
delights in screams,
Turns pride to dust,
and love to dreams.
No blood,
no blade,
just one slow lean…
And down it falls,
- the Velvet Guillotine -
~ 💋 ~
She speaks in silk,
moves like sin,
Draws grown men like moths within.
A kiss,
a sigh,
a flash of thigh
And just like that, they’re begging why.
She toys with hearts,
delights in screams,
Turns pride to dust,
and love to dreams.
No blood,
no blade,
just one slow lean…
And down it falls,
- the Velvet Guillotine -
~ 💋 ~
A tribute to the femme fatale archetype, sensual, untamed, and devastating by design. Not every execution needs a sword; some wear satin.
