🔒 Four Seasons of Jaden
Winter
Cold steel, warm flesh, a dance of desire,
Jaden's belts grow tighter like he's on fire.
No complaints here, he's ready to play,
At the winter ball, his hips will sway.
With each step, his heart beats like a drum,
This belt is too tight, it's driving him numb.
But no complaints from him, no, not today,
He'll dance with the devil, he'll make it his way.