"You’ll Kneel When I Say So"

Don't speak...Not yet.
That breath you’re holding?It’s mine.
You looked at me like you had a choice—
darling, I don’t ask twice..I don’t beg.
I command..And you obey.
I don’t wear heels for style.
I wear them to pin your pride beneath them,
just to taste what I allow.
I sit, legs crossed like a gate you’ll never pass
unless I want you to.
You think this is seduction?No.
This is war.
And I win—with a glance, with a grin,
with the way I lean back
and make you ache without a touch.
You want to serve?Earn it.
You want to please?Prove it.
You want me?Break.
Because this body—This throne—this fire?
It only burns for those
who know how to kneel
and beg beautifully.