"Keep your cool, boy, when she’s painting her rage,

Rose-gold lips on a Baroque stage.

Black lace patience, crimson delay—

Her classroom’s a maze, but you’re learning the way."

"One breath in, two steps back,

Is this a test or a heart attack?

She’ll fold her gloves like a poker hand—

‘Do you *deserve* to touch, boy? Understand?’"

"Ohhh, Mentor’s kiss—demo edition,

Psych 101 in superstition.

Fail the class? Get a fuchsia dismissal,

But her laugh’s the key to your spiritual prison.

(Shhh… pop quiz again!)"

"Chessboard hips in a satin disguise,

‘Hold the door?’ She rolls her eyes.

‘Chivalry’s dead—but resurrect it,

Or earn a *time-out* with no intermission.’"

"Tick-tock, boy, the clock’s got teeth,

Will you graduate or beg on your knees?

She’s Marie Antoinette with a Spotify playlist—

‘Next lesson’s on *how not to be basic.’"

"You got the *fuchsia* slip… but wait—

Her lips ghost your cheek like a vintage mistake.

‘See you next Tuesday… bring... better mistakes.’"