I watched her notice the wine.
She thought that was the beginning.
She didn't see the staging—
how hunger was dressed in velvet.
She will remember the jasmine.
She will forget the trap.
That's how art works,
and seduction is my canvas.
I watched her notice the wine.
She thought that was the beginning.
She didn't see the staging—
how hunger was dressed in velvet.
She will remember the jasmine.
She will forget the trap.
That's how art works,
and seduction is my canvas.