Sir,
When I get to see you, I might fall to my knees. And I don't mean as in proposing. I might then look up at you with a smile, while sneaking the tip of my tongue out. I might then invite you to attach my collar — which would then become ours.
Idk, just brainstorming here. Would you like that?
Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm a good girl. A very good girl. And I'd love nothing more than cuddle under a soft blanket, melt in your arms, listen to your slow and steady heartbeat. But could you rail me first? Please? Ughh.
And the next morning, don't hesitate to kiss my forehead delicately and then choke me a little before devouring my lips. Grab my hair, smell my neck. Explore all you want, all you can.
I'm yours for the taking — but beware of water signs, for their fire is nothing you could tame. You've been warned. Now where's my leash?