Venus d'Lune

She slinks by on silvery footsteps, a delicate smile flickers at the corner of her mouth, walking in the shadows. Seeming a reflection of the mirror she holds in her hands, your breath becomes tight as she places a slim pale hand lightly on your shoulder and caresses your arm. Drawing closer, your mind shuts down, involuntary reaction as your will takes over, and she sighs, her laughter floating on the wind, coming as a gust of fresh air. Her eyes glow brightly in the dim, a soft flash of grey, as her fingers curl under your chin. The mirror shatters in the dark, shards of glass glittering. The thin translucent fabric drapes over your wrist, as she leans toward you, a vision in white gossamer. Running your fingers through the fine silken curtain cascading down her back, her eyes deepen into darkness, a reflection of your own. The slender hands travel lightly down your spine, tracing a path with a cobweb's touch as she softly murmurs incoherant words of love through coral lips. You see her lithe form through half-closed lashes, and reach out in the darkness with trembling hands, reverently fingering the pale whisps that cling gracefully to her. She breathes a snowy fire against your cheek, purring softly as her eyes cloud and lose their focus, basking in the burning twilight. Yet you vividly view her swaying form, her dusky moonlit beauty that bewitches and dazzles and carves your heart into the perfect rose that pales to her timeless, nameless grace. She becomes your Mona Lisa, the Guinevere of lore as she bends to cup your face in her lily hands and sweetly seals your fate.