Red high heals shape the arch of her feet,
Black silk stockings clinging to her legs ending in a ring of lace just above her knees,
She lays stretched out on the table arms at her sides the long lace gloves framing her hands and hugging her arms,
Her hair falling in waves over the end of the table.

She turns her head slowly and smiles at the Man who walks slowly into the room, his eyes never leaving her gaze, her red lips curl in a soft smile and her hands hold the rose out to him offering him the sweet smelling flower.