Turn ons:

Fingers drag over fresh ink, tracing eternal surrender ♱ Breath stolen in grip, eyes locked under pierced skin ♱ Heels press devotion, toes worshipped as altars ♱ Whispered commands, bodies yield to mistress or demon ♱ Deep throat ritual, no escape ♱ Steel sting, tattoos awaken in candlelight ♱

Turn offs:

Vanilla whispers where shadows should reign ♱ Hesitation when the night demands surrender ♱ Bright lights banishing our crimson glow ♱ Chains without purpose, commands without power ♱ Silence where moans should echo ♱ Skin untouched by ink or steel — unmarked souls hold no allure ♱

About me: