The Assassin II

by Valeria Cavalieri Candlelight, expensive wine,
A lady of a beauty rare,
Looking in her gown so fine.
Surely love is in the air.

She raises her glass to her lips.
Her gold-flecked green eyes smile at you.
Her breasts, the soft curves of her hips,
she is too good to be true.

You feel a faintness in your head
And you wonder as you fall
Although her glass and her lips met,
Did she really drink at all?