Un Fold

In shadows deep, a siren sits, Eyes of silver, lips that flit. Lace whispers secrets in the air, A silent promise, a hidden snare. Hosiery gleams, a golden sheen, A glimpse of fantasies unseen. Fingers trace a silken line, A story etched, a subtle sign. Agate whispers on the wall, As secrets rise, and empires fall. The curtain hangs, a velvet shroud, Around desires, spoken loud. She pauses, caught in thought's embrace, A wistful longing on her face. The silver cuff, a shining gleam, Reflects a half-forgotten dream. Each curve a verse, each pose a rhyme, Suspended in the realm of time. A moment captured, raw and bold, A story waiting to unfold. She is the poem, unwritten yet, A tapestry of shadows met. In every gaze, a world untold, Where truth and beauty both unfold