Giganta

Golden dust clings to sun-warmed marble where she rests, a flame-haired vision in rose silk that catches the amber light, her bronze skin glowing like honey poured over terracotta, sapphire eyes and lapis accents flashing against the blush of fabric, while late-afternoon fire kisses every curve of gold at throat and wrist, and the quiet hunger of autumn leaves rustles behind her, leaving the air thick with unspoken invitation and lingering heat.