She wears no words—  
alarms in mind, half-heard.  
Moonlight carves her silhouette,  
her skin aglow, a cigarette.  

Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—  
how many hearts has she made kneel?  
Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,  
ensnaring me in shadowed light.  

The breeze lifts scent from her lips;  
my skin ignites beneath her whip.  
A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---
what hidden truths between thighs?  

Still, I step into her lair—  
her parted lips, a whispered snare.  
For silence lures, a ruby sin,  
a quiet pull, that draws me in.