A flash of black silk
Hair like burnished gold
Creamy skin like buttermilk
Her pale blue eyes ice-cold
She stands in the window
Framed in red light
Mistress of the dark
Queen of the night
Scarlet nails trailing south
A heated sensual caress
Teasing and pleasing
Provocative temptress
A lick of her lips
A triumphant smile
The battle is won
Her lover is beguiled
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