It lingers through, the colour thick and bold like a chocolate bar.
The colour of love, the colour of fear. This woman, the bearer, this captain, a magician in wait.

Her hair crowning every foundation that strengthens this force. Her words ready to come through this windows of might.
Her drink trembles at the sight of this bloodied mine, it leaves evidence of softly battle.

Blood stains.  

The bullet of seduction shares its damage to an unknown glass. Poor glass.

Man.. poor man.

You "fool" of expectation, look how beauty, look how confidence slays you through this table. It came with a smile and left you with a ****.
Red lipstick.

Donald