She's out on the prowl again.
A deadly sensual beast who takes no prisoners.
She put the stilettos on and red lipsticks.
Finish it up with that 'ol tantalizing perfume.

She walks out as her steps echoes the pavement,
the rhythm of danger and anticipation.
She stops, narrows her eyes,
Dark eyes adjusted to the darkness as she scans.

As she approach, senses heightens.
Hers is one silhouette written in history.
Hearts and souls were offered as devotion.
Kingdoms and endless lives fall beneath her.

Her bosoms like mountains, tall and proud.
That long dark hair smelled of lavender.
a graceful neck holds a regal beauty of a face.
A burning passion inflamed of endless wanting.

A dangerous she wolf on the hunt.
She smells it in the air, he is here.
A half smile appears on her delicate mouth.
She has found her prey to devour.