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In the soft glow of the candlelight,
I crave your touch, your playful bite,
Not for the ball or perfect grace,
But for the mischief on your face.

Cinderella, in rooms so tight,
Let’s blur the lines of wrong and right,
Silk and leather, shadows collide,
Your fantasies, where mine reside.

Barefoot, teasing, a whispered dare,
A touch that lingers, tension in air,
We play in secrets, lust, and gleam,
My princess, lost in this dark dream.

No clock to warn when time stands still,
We chase the night, bend to our will,
A game of power, give and take,
In every whisper, a promise we make.

So let’s surrender to this delight,
Where every room is ours tonight,
Cinderella, let’s misbehave,

In tangled sheets, both bold and brave.
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