TheDeSade offered the words: plethora, vanity, ethereal

GAMBIT
she thought
to appeal to His vanity
employing the breathless giggle
the shy touch
the adoring gaze

He saw
through them all
her plethora of age-old ploys
He had seen them all before
and found her execution
pedestrian at best

the beauty
she thought so ethereal
was, in fact,
ephemeral
fleeting
fleeing
even as she carefully
set her snare

The vanity?
oh, that was hers
and He watched
unmoved
as she walked
blithely
into her own trap...

~~ elyse