Rose Enchantress
Reflection
In the shadows, she blooms like a rose in the night,
Her beauty is a whispered secret, a gentle delight.
With eyes closed, she savors the moment's peace,
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, softly release.
The red rose in her hair, a symbol of her fire,
A flame that burns within, a heart's deepest desire.
Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, smooth and fair,
Inviting the gaze, a sensual, sweet snare.
The darkness frames her, a mysterious, velvet shroud,
That wraps around her, a silent, secret cloud.
Yet, in the darkness, her beauty shines so bright,
A beacon in the night, a guiding, gentle light.
Her presence is a gift, a treasure to behold,
A rose enchantress, with a story yet untold.