Her eyelashes were like spiders' legs and they danced against emerald reflecting pools when she looked at me. They were the color of absinthe and they made me feel just as intoxicated. With just a breeze, her scent filled the air and it made my mouth water; a scent like ginger and red wine. She was a lucious rose at the beginning of spring and I was going to pick her. As if she could sense my breath becoming shallow, she turned to me and smiled with mocking in her eyes. Licking her lips as she sauntered towards me, she knew she had caught me in her web.