Silent she comes, like a wraith in the night
Soft glossy lips and alabaster skin
Curtains of hair that shine in the star light
Deep brandy eyes that see nothing but him
Wrapped with shadow, clad only in black lace
A dark rose with sweet petals and sharp thorns
Like bright pearls, bitter tears run down his face
She will leave him before the morning dawns
Nimble fingers reach to gently caress
Impatient, driven to hold her, he stands
Hardly contained, as he helps her undress
She trembles under the touch of his hands
Clinging to the darkness, entwined they lay
She rises with the sun and slips away
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