Tonight is the last night.
Come morning, she will be lost to him forever.
He drapes her tenderly in velvet and satin,
Savoring every moment.
He is patient.
Studying her intently,
Drinking in every detail.
The diamonds at her earlobes wink at him
A slow, suggestive tease
Echoing the curl of her lips
The full, pouting temptation
Giving the lie to her politely averted gaze.
Even now, his hand trembles
As he traces the alabaster curve of her neck,
Past her shoulder,
Lingering down one arm
To pause at the top of one satin evening glove.
This, he removes with practiced ease
To gaze once more upon the lines of severed flesh
That first brought her to him.
Tonight; their last night,
Softly pressing his lips to one cold hand,