Shadows Deep 2

In a room of blues and muted gold, A vision stands, a story to be told. A dress of sheerest azure, softly gleams, Reflecting light like half-forgotten dreams. Stockings climb, a shadow on the skin, Where secrets hide and fantasies begin. A glass of champagne, held with steady grace, A toast perhaps, to time and cherished space. Beside the bed, a promise lies in wait, Of silken sheets and whispers at the gate. An artwork hangs, of blooms in quiet hue, Mirroring the woman, elegant and true. The carpet swirls, a patterned, warm embrace, While she remains, the mistress of this place.