The prompt at Writer's Island this week is Beguile.
BEGUILE
The bright sun hangs overhead
And filters though a haze of heat
Seeming to waver as touches fleetingly
Dazzling upon the surface of the white alabaster statues of young men
Which surround the swimming pool of the villa
The villa where she lives, the villa where she lies.
She lies now beside the pool
Stretched out upon her towel
Her skin glowing strangely white
Against the deep colour of the towel
The ebony lines of her hair are sharp contrast
Echoed in the edge of her sunglasses
Waiting for the approach of the stranger
Waiting to remove the glasses
And fix him with her medusa stare.
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