And he, unaware of her mystic sensuousness, walks by.
I tell her to follow, to lay the trap.
He runs far away.
She, with her supernatural aura glides beside him.
A stroke of recognition and then blankness covers his face.
He stops, observes.
Overwhelmed by everything her,
He turns and walks away.
She rises and towers like never before,
I bow down to her beauty, her mystique.
She smiles and waits.