Pelgris

The pose of impropriety.
The blush giving to knowing smile.
The faint green scent of dying flowers
laying like dew over musk.
A joyous bark of laughter covering
the faint slap of leather to skin,
Eyes a darkness, full of promises
Languid, languishing
Passing by unnoticed.
Pierced like a blade,
Flechette drawing gasps.
A turned head,
Lips, full of knowledge,
For the taking