Pet Me, I Dare You | Spell Oil

Pet Me, I Dare You

Boundaries | Defense | Independence

Crafted for black cats in human form.

She doesn't purr for praise or plea,
she walks in bold autonomy.
She is the spell, the whispered flame,
you'll speak her scent before her name.

With leather wrapped in patchouli night,
she claims her ground & moves in light.
Vanilla sways with coconut's kiss,
a softened no, a sugared hiss.

Bourbon hums low in rum-laced breath,
a velvet dance with hints of death.
Black roses bloom in spiced perfume,
where black currant & secrets loom.

Cinnamon sparks where red flakes burn,
a warning carved in each slow turn.
Clove & pepper stir her skin,
a hush, a smirk, a dare within.

She wears no leash, she plays no part,
she guards the gold within her heart.
Not made to chase, not built to bend,
she writes her rules & signs the end.

For queens in boots or barefoot grace,
who take up space, then leave no trace,
who hex with glances, love with bite,
& walk away without a fight.

She's not made for a sweet hello;
she's the one who runs the show.

1 oz