You look at me as if you already know where to make me give in. You're sleek, hard, and too close to be innocent. Your redness doesn't ask for attention, it demands it. Getting close to you is a bad idea I want to repeat. You shine at the exact point where I lose control. You don't promise pleasure, you promise consequences. You have the charm of someone who can remain still while everything trembles. You're cold to the touch, but you light me up under the skin. You're not made to be worn, but to be desired. You stay there, perfect, while I want to ruin you.