Lilith

Her dark eyes glitter
from across the room
as they pause and consider
watching you as you think
you have her figured out.

In a shimmer of blue silk
she walks toward you,
skin like milk
swaying to the beat
as you swallow in anticipation.

Feel the electricity -
tinged with rose and musk
a hint of patchouli
dancing to the rhythm
of the most ancient song.

Do you think her a tasty treat?
Her black hair shines,
as you sway on your feet,
her bracelets dancing on her arms
as she moves closer.

But in the shimmer of her skin
and the touch of her lips,
who is it that will win?
You, man, in the moment of heat
may be the morsel well tasted.

She could drink you down
as the music plays louder,
draining you without a sound -
and if you lay there lost,
will you even wonder why?