Shh...Don't say another word...

Men chose her, but she always favored being unavailable to them, and yet seduction was her portrait. She was an icon of men's thoughts - sensual lips, dark eyes, silky skin and a light perfume. A dress that emphasized her smooth curves, hiding the fine Italian lace that kissed her body. She smelled of sex, Tinto Brass movies, the clarity of the sky after a thunderstorm, and silver age poetry. The relaxed dance of a geisha and the restraint of flowers, hot skin and icy gaze. She wanted to throw the world at her feet, but the world already lived in her.