“dominatrix red hair”

Cascading flame, her crimson hair  
Frames eyes that glint with teasing light,  
A force of will, beyond compare,  
She greets the shadows, clad in night.  

Like foxfire waltzing in the dark,  
Her laughter snaps—then sweetly soothes,  
Each footstep leaves a vivid mark  
Where satin dreams and daring moves.  

Her presence: velvet, steel, and lace,  
Command enshrined in careful art,  
Red as desire, cool of face  
Yet kindness beating in her heart.  

A flourish bold, a whispered dare—  
She’s fierceness wrapped in silk and flare;  
In every lock of scarlet hair  
Resides a power—bright and rare.

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