She was beautiful,
But not like a painting.
Her beauty was the beauty
Of something slim, and fast, and strong,
Twitching its tail while hiding
In the tall grass, right behind you.
Her sleek body
Made of pure raw power
And dark metal,
Was irresistibly seductive
In the most dangerous way.
Her form was reckless speed,
Wild desert highways,
The edge of a sharp blade,
Death’s beautiful cheekbones.
Her sight alone could wow away your soul.
Many would have killed for her,
Perhaps some had,
Only the man in snake-skin boots
Shared her deepest secrets.
He’d been to hell and back with her,