les marionettes

eyes roam over the scene
her body seductive, appealing.
lying in wait on a bed of petals
she is intoxicating and stunning.

the haunting pale of her skin,
without blemish; beautiful
like creamy pearlite shining
in contrast to the red blossoms.

her eyes fixed upon only you,
tracing each movement with care.
without blinking she breathes you
never parting those rosy lips.

it is only once vanity falters,
no longer satisfying your thrill
that her lingering beauty diminishes
into a raped girl, staring at her killer.