She's the Devil in leather

She leaned in close, the angry stares of frustrated males burned a hole in my skull, to whisper something dangerous. I could smell the perfum that bit my mind with a snake's intention. Within a moment, I was held captive and I realized that this was probably how the devil insnared us clumsy mortals. She wondered if I would care to escort her on a walk towards her apartment. I felt as if her question was merely for public assurance, for I would've followed anyway. And something in her frightfully focused gaze told me that she already knew it.
I fell for her as we entered the street and my soul's cautions became too far away to reach me.
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careful who you follow out of the bar and tell me what ya think. first one so its just a trial.
(p.s.- new ghostly cover, hope my peeps so far like it :p)