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.

Fallen autumn leaf,
Silent breath, the still earth sleeps—
Time's last whispered sigh.

You are my sunshine, my gentle light,
The warmth that holds me through the night.
When skies are heavy, and shadows fall,
Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all.

But clouds will gather, and time may fade,
The golden hues begin to shade.
Yet in my heart, you'll always stay,
My sunshine bright, my brightest day.

You were a chapter, a fleeting song,
A place I stayed, but not for long.
We built a home on fragile ground,
And lost the love we thought we’d found.

But still, I hope you find your peace,
That broken hearts can one day cease.
Though we're apart, I’ll always care—
A quiet love still lingers there.

You are the roots that hold me still,
The gentle strength, the iron will.
Through every tear and every fall,
You stood beside me through it all.

Your love, a light that guides my way,
A steady hand, come night or day.
No words could ever quite convey,
The love I feel for you today.

You are the strength that built my spine,
The steady hand, the guiding line.
Through silent nods and quiet care,
I’ve always felt your presence there.

Your lessons shaped the life I’ve led,
Your words still echo in my head.
Though time may change the paths we tread,
You’ll always be my hero, Dad.

They call me villain, yet here I stand,
No bloodied blade, no cruel hand.
I see your pain, I hear your cries,
In every word, a truth disguised.

One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name,
And feel the burn, and know the shame.
For villains aren't born in shadow's hue—
They're just the broken parts of you.