Walking barefoot in the park in a dress of cotton and lace. Strolling into the wind so that her perfume is carried towards you. Lips like glistening fruit after the morning dew has come. Skin soft like satin, wanting you to touch it. Hair like a ravens wing, a walk as subtle as a fawn. Carefully she glances towards you enticing you like a forbidden garden of rare earthly delights. Your heart skips a beat and you begin to sweat. Her spell has worked on you. You are enchanted with her and a wicked woman has gotten her way.