In smoky haze, beneath the midnight veil,
She moves like sin, like shadow, like a tale.

Diamonds drip from eyes of burning flame,
Each glint a whisper, each spark a claim.

Her touch is velvet, sharp as any knife,
A bite that cuts through all the layers of life.

Not just the flesh, but words that tear and sting,
Her voice a bite, a sharp and vicious ring.

High heels that click like whispers of fate,
Each step a promise, each stride a wait.

Mesh clings to skin—a delicate tease,
In lace and leather, you beg and cry, “Please.”

With nails like daggers, she leaves her mark,
A queen of darkness, awakening the spark.

Control her throne, and power her crown,
She guides you up, but never lets you down.

A flogger cracks, teasing the open air,
A cane, a promise—provoke if you dare.

Reveling in the game, the push and pull,
In every surrender, she feels so whole.

She’ll craft your truth into verse and rhyme,
A masterpiece born from your soul, sublime.

A seductress, a guide, a burning heart,
The Goddess’ power is where you start.

Reader, have I ignited the fuse?
Kneel, surrender, and become my muse.