She draws the shade. Then waits.
Biding her time. Silent enchantress, gazing into your soul with her dark pupils. Her head hovers over yours. Do you reach up? To kiss, touch your assassin’s cherry red lips?
Resistance is futile you know. She’s hooked you in deep. Your cheeks flush with the desire she arouses.
You’re driven mad with a thirst you’re unable to slake. Mouth dry. Confusion starts. Does it? Or aren’t you sure?
The days seem too bright. The light too much. Her beauty makes you dizzy. You hallucinate, unable to hear as she at last makes her move.