Rose Noir

In the silence, she stands, a vision of elegance and poise, Adorned with a rose, a symbol of beauty and choice. Her eyes closed, she savors the moment, lost in thought, A fleeting glance at the world outside, as her spirit is caught. In the soft glow of the window, her face is illuminated, A canvas of porcelain, with lips that are subtly animated. The red rose on her head, a fiery crown, that adds to her mystique, A fusion of innocence and seduction, a delicate, yet powerful, unique. In this moment, she is free, untethered and unbound, A woman of mystery, with a story yet untold. Her beauty is not just skin deep, but a reflection of her soul, A depth that is both captivating and alluring, making her whole. With every glance, she invites us to step into her world, A realm of enchantment, where the ordinary is unfurled. And as we gaze upon her, we are drawn into her spell, A world of wonder, where the beauty of the human form dwells.