Stockings, high heels, bugattic cars, sniper rifle

 "Chrome Siren"

In midnight’s gleam she reigns,
Stockings trace the lines of fire,
High heels echo on concrete dreams,
Bugatti purrs — a throne of desire.
Her rifle rests, a serpent’s tongue,
Precision wrapped in velvet grace,
Beauty armed with silent thunder,
A goddess in a steel embrace.
Not shadow, but radiant flame,
Her glamour cuts the night apart,
A spectacle of power and allure,
The femme fatale Elmira— a work of art.

"She's Eternal love"

1. Stockings
Silken shadows climb her thighs,
A lattice of temptation and control,
Each thread a whisper of command,
She walks — the world obeys.

2. High Heels
Stilettos strike like lightning,
Precision in every step,
She dances on the edge of war,
Elegance sharpened to a blade.

3. CyberBugatti
Chrome beast beneath her reign,
Luxury fused with speed,
A chariot for the modern queen,
Her throne on wheels, her roar unleashed.

4. Sniper Rifle
Long and lean, a kiss of death,
She sees what others miss,
Through glass and scope, she writes her law,
One breath, one shot, one truth.

5. Wow Lipstick
Red as revolution, bold as flame,
Her mouth — a seal of fate,
She speaks in silence, marks her kill,
A signature of style and war.

6. Gloves
Leather tight around her will,
No fingerprints, no trace,
She touches only destiny,
And leaves behind desire.

7. Sunglasses
Mirrored eyes, unreadable soul,
She watches without being seen,
A goddess of reflection and mystery,
Her gaze — a bullet in disguise.

8. Smoke
Aftermath curls around her heels,
A veil of vanished sins,
She walks through ruin like a runway,
The world burns — she glows.