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 Ankara Escort the things of passion sit strewn about her haunt A necklace broken and spilling white stones Sincan Escort onto the floor Her panties A similarly broken thing Lay impossibly perfect aroung her Etlik Escort 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.