INNOCENT BEAUTY

She walks in heels shaped like midnight,
a silhouette of silk and secrets.
With a whisper of almond and a flash of coffee,
she enters — bold as temptation,
soft as a whispered promise.

Jasmine clings to her like moonlight,
tuberose trailing in her wake
like petals on warm skin.
She laughs in vanilla,
lingers in cocoa and spice,
a dance of innocence and indulgence
on a twilight breeze.

She's good — when she wants to be.
But the scent?
Wickedly unforgettable.