No longer a sweet little girl, in this knavishly built world,
But an enlightened temptress that prowls the grounds, for her next willing prey.

Heat and power shred though her tiny little veins, the ones that kept her cold and frozen for so long.
“NO LONGER!” she shouts, a bellowing sound erupting from her awaked soul.  

She feels deadly- as though she might spontaneously combust, engulfing all that surrounds her.
Bringing it all into herself, greedily, selfishly- No one to stop her.

This passion inside of her feels so insatiable like a never-ending, unbearable- forget the rest!
She is a voracious beast to be tamed by no man, no woman in stride!

Her unquenched needs ache deep in her stomach….
When will the next conquest begin?

Guitars gently twine as the lovers rotate about the room.
They dance, oblivious to the patrons’ stares.
They look like Gods on that simple dance floor- they make it come to life, give it the spark it has always needed.
Twisting and twirling their bodies in magical ways, as close to one another as possible.
Intertwined, they become one.

No longer do they reside on that dance floor. They are dancing on the clouds, the stars within their grasp.
The wind blows the clouds and the dancers to far off fantastical lands.
Deep, lush green rain forests below them now, they descend back to the soft underbrush with the billowing trees above them- sheltering them from the world abound.
The dance slows, the dancers turn into lovers on this glorious night- in the deep forest.

Engaging in the pure bliss of making love.