Midnight Lace

Midnight Lace

The cool breeze washed over him as the moonlight shone down.
The street was full of life as the bars and clubs teemed with the party crowd
Sat back on the bench and was lost in the turmoil around him

Like a bolt of lightning, a flash in the darkness she appeared
Standing at the end of the street, a lone figure dressed in black
Her Raven black hair and lace choker were the colour of a moonless night

Face pale under the street lights, lips blood red with the lipstick she wore
The dark red bodice she wore clung tightly to her body
The silk and lace of it made her stand out against the crowd that now flowed

Her gaze found his and he was lost in those hypnotic green eyes
His body rising from the bench and now moving towards her
Powerless to resist her calling, powerless to fight against this woman in

Midnight Lace