I don’t just teach—I enchant the mind,
And after class, I redefine.
My hips don’t lie, they draft a plan,
That no exam could ever scan.
I grade with grace, but make no slips,
My lectures end with bitten lips.
I walk in heels like breaking news—
A headline every man would choose.
My smile? A thesis—soft but sly,
My touch? A storm that kisses dry.
I don’t just love, I architect,
A symphony of cause and effect.
They ask if I’m submissive? Please—
I write the rules and hold the keys.
He thinks he leads? I let him dream.
But I’m the current in the stream.
With one slow whisper, I command,
His logic breaks beneath my hand.
And when I’m done? He’ll understand—
That *** with me is never planned.
It’s art, it’s war, it’s sweet release,
It’s chaos dancing into peace.
Not just a woman—I'm the test,
That proves if he can touch my best.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
I don’t just teach—I enchant the mind,
And after class, I redefine.
My hips don’t lie, they draft a plan,
That no exam could ever scan.
I grade with grace, but make no slips,
My lectures end with bitten lips.
I walk in heels like breaking news—
A headline every man would choose.
My smile? A thesis—soft but sly,
My touch? A storm that kisses dry.
I don’t just love, I architect,
A symphony of cause and effect.
They ask if I’m submissive? Please—
I write the rules and hold the keys.
He thinks he leads? I let him dream.
But I’m the current in the stream.
With one slow whisper, I command,
His logic breaks beneath my hand.
And when I’m done? He’ll understand—
That *** with me is never planned.
It’s art, it’s war, it’s sweet release,
It’s chaos dancing into peace.
Not just a woman—I'm the test,
That proves if he can touch my best.
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