devil like me
The sun rises as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrenders, every colour changes from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy of vibrancy. Middle of the dunes, sand upon sand, vibrant, transparent; toes ripping through the flesh of the desert terrain, paws leaving prints behind only to be covered in sand once again, as if she never has been, as if she never was and never will be more than a phantasm. Here for a moment just to be gone the next. Her curvaceous body moves, an inherent intuition. Her deliciously long and dark physique, russets and browns covering isabelline-white flesh; so ripples in the graceful sinuosity of powerful felines. Tangoing in a smooth rolling and feminine prowess of her hips -- painting a lascivious landscape of sensuality, pure sexuality of her tanned, liquid curves and their bountiful violence that withold her venomous blood; she uncoil herself through the hills and mountains of sand, in a dangerously reptillian, yet, chilling sensuality. A snake, a royal cobra in a macabre dance. Time flies for one that has seen nothing but sand for miles but it is not long before the fragrance of another hits her nostrils. Female, her perfume is thick upon the air; close, so close. Auditory system erects, dancing idly upon her crown, catching the most fine of noises and it was not long before hips swayed in the direction of the fragrance. Each calculating step bring her closer, plush tongue tasting the potent perfume through the air until a form emerged from the sand dunes. Slim, smaller than her but feminine, sensual; violet were her eyes, measuring planets in size with their own gravitational pull, seized the desert jewel before her. The femme discomfort, obvious, if her expression did not betrayed her than the action of the lashing tail certainly would have.
