Ava.

She says she's walked these sand covered streets for a lifetime, carrying tales of broken hearts and fractured dreams.

Kissing strangers and swallowing danger, she survives on silver and a touch of magic.

She tempts you, like the poison you drink to feel high.

Her brown eyes find a way in, while her beauty keeps you distracted.

Just a taste you think with your tongue doing the talking, her flavour sweeter than you expect.

Then she asks if you like it dark?

Your naked body is heavy, your head spinning as you close your tired eyes.

And she's gone by sunrise with part of your soul and all of your wallet.