She comes to me wearing such a bold expression.
And a skirt and heels designed to break my stride.
There is temptation in her throat, eloquence in her mouth and a promise in her eyes.
There is a secret in her words, a mystery in her face, and a challenge in her walk.
She is brave and certain. And yet there is a shiver dancing electric with tingling fingers up and down her spine.
She has not decided if she wants to seduce me, secure me, save me, or serve me.
She has not yet realised how limited her options are..
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