I’m poetry with a porn plot twist.
Eyes that say “yes” while lips say “convince me.”
I cross my legs to keep the fantasy alive.
Sweet perfume, sour intentions.
I’ll read you… and ride you.
The lady in me bows; the whore in me bites.
I make small talk while imagining big positions.
Admit it, you’d risk it for me.
Stop drooling, it’s just me.
Don’t blush now, I like it.
My favorite game? Making you beg.
Tease me, I dare you back.
Barbie, but with bite marks.
My crown isn’t plastic, it’s power.
Tell me I’m yours and watch me obey.
Kneel for me or make me kneel for you.
Keep staring, I like it hot.
Too sinful to be innocent.
