The Silence That Seduces

She wears no words—  

alarms in mind, half-heard.  

Moonlight carves her silhouette,  

her skin aglow, a cigarette.  

Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—  

how many hearts has she made kneel?  

Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,  

ensnaring me in shadowed light.  

The breeze lifts scent from her lips;  

my skin ignites beneath her whip.  

A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---

what hidden truths between thighs?  

Still, I step into her lair—  

her parted lips, a whispered snare.  

For silence lures, a ruby sin,  

a quiet pull, that draws me in.