In less time than it takes to pass the hours of a day <br />she slipped into a nightmare from which she could not break away. <br />From a crooked angle with blondish curls <br />he broke into her life <br />but she walked into his open arms, <br />a snare, <br />without a fight. <br />A moth enticed by resplendent bilk, <br />she lost sight of reality <br />captivated by his chameleon silks <br />masking certain fatality. <br />She drank his words, insatiable, <br />burned on his sleight of hand, <br />the Master with expert card control, <br />she was naked at his command. <br />And this is where the Magician flashed, losing his composure, <br />he whispered, hoarse, asking her to stand, <br />while the air throbbed around her. <br />The edge of her skin phosphorescent gold, cashmere velvet, charged, <br />magnetic drew his hand unbiddenly <br />and he devoured deeply, sweetly, <br />sipped her ambrosial balm, obsessively, <br />selfishly
