Juniper

À l'eau de rose. Dark, tousled hair falling over her naked shoulders, a tornado with pretty eyes & honey-stained lips. She's the crimson of amaryllis, the silver of moon-touched magnolias. Beautiful. Winter-raw. Vodka and coffee liqueur in her teacup, "Cherry" by Lana del Rey in her head. Often described as “utterly deadly,” she's rich, gooey; a malicious delight. The smell of warm vanilla & good sex every time she enters a room, wearing nothing but a short, bordeaux, satin dress. A coy smile, flirting shamelessly with every man. Juniper. Silent, angel-like — loved, absent, cruelly sweet.

A: Wowzers! Have u seen Juniper?

B: Juniper? Who is she?
A: They say she's a man-eater!