She lays Like a some lithe

Predatory woman alone amongst the leavings 

of her tattered clothing

Thin lace 

Scents of lilac and sweat and 

She stirs 

A slender finger at her mouth

She can taste still

What little she left

While the things of passion sit strewn about her haunt

A necklace broken and spilling white stones onto the floor

Her panties 

A similarly broken thing

Lay impossibly perfect aroung her ankles

Her anklet shining gemstones reflecting light of the moon and few flickering candles

gives a colorful shadow kiss uopn parted lips

Hinting at a smile and a few drops of cum

The mirror on the wall shows her herself

Lithe, predatory

Enough to make her heat radiate up her thighs

And moisten that flesh between them

What did she see

So ennervating on that sly smile and 

Her eyes nearly the color of ocean storms

Penetrate the depths

A knowing and small laugh 

As she begins to penetrate.