Coquette With a Spine

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Pretty with policies — I’m sweet, but I’m strict.
 Pretty with policies.

He said, ‘You’re too cute to be so serious, baby’ —
I smiled, kept my lips red, answered softly, ‘Maybe.’
But don’t get it twisted — this grace’s not weak,
I flirt like a poem, but I mean every 'like'
No guessing my limits, no parsing my tone,
my yes is a contract, my no is a zone.
I bat my lashes, then draw the line,
say ‘Come in’ — but only if your soul signs.

I don’t need a throne, but I’ve got a clause,
love me in cursive, but read all the laws.
You can send roses, write me a line—
but policies keep me divine.

Pretty with policies, soft but precise,
every flirt’s a decision, every touch has a price.
Pretty with policies — no room for debate,
I’m kind, not compliant, and love can’t be late.

He called me ‘a paradox’ — said I’m warm and cold.
I said, ‘Honey, I’m balance, not a story you mold.’
I’ll laugh at your jokes, wear your jacket like silk,
but if you cross quiet, I won’t act thrilled.
No guilt-tripping grace, no drama for show,
I give what I choose — not what you think I owe.
You want access? Apply with some truth,
‘cause charm without standards just ages as proof.

I don’t break softly, I shift with control,
my silence’s louder when you’re selling your soul.
You can gaze all you want, but don’t assume you’re in —
I’m velvet with locks and a key of my own within.

Pretty with policies, soft but precise,
every flirt’s a decision, every touch has a price.
Pretty with policies — no room for debate,
I’m kind, not compliant, and love can’t be late.

Rules aren’t romance-killers — they’re how I feel safe.
Boundaries are bouquets in a world full of blades.
So if you admire me, admire how I stand —
feminine flourish with a spine of command.

Pretty with policies, soft but precise,
every heart I let in passes background advice.
Pretty with policies — no wiggle, no cracks,
I’m love with a warranty, not a backup plan.

Pretty… with policies. 
Yeah… I’m kind, not compliant.