She draws closely.
Her nostrils flare; she senses me.
Too late to evade,
She's on the prowl, hunting me.
I convey a little interest,
and then a little lie,
in hopes to divert her current opinion;
to convince her of some other project to drink from.
While conversing, she made two good points before
and for a time, I did adore
her night-life sins,
like the antithesis
of her pale white skin.
One part yang, the other part yin.
Her total package perfectly zen.