The 'r' in her prettiness was silent as she introduced herself.
The way she dressed showed nothing of the wilds, or the wiles, that indeed she did possess.
but,
Her smile she could not conceal,

especially in the midnight blue.

...I found myself charmed
like a cobra swaying to the sound of a flute
that nobody else could hear.

and,
I could hardly care
about anything but the magical sound of her laughter.

I could regret it after,
or later,
but the chimes, chiming;
in the gusting breezes of these nights seemed -

simply,
symphonic,
with the way she moved.

And, the tears which resulted from giddy intoxication,

burned like a fire of joy down into my wicked, wicked heart.
Which had been poised to strike at just the crack of lightning.