she swayed her hips at night
distracting the very sense of his responsibility
but her voice; her voice was fire and ice
when he walked closer to her
she swayed her hips
calling him for an adventure
and so he went further
across the river banks
towards the southern poles
he couldn't resist it; he tried
but she was stronger than a volcano
hotter than fire; cooler than ice
she swayed her hips again
in the mid of the night
he stretched his hands to have a touch
now in front of the mighty ocean
she called him further
saying
"tell me your dreams; your nightmares"
but that was the end of the adventure
we never heard of the handsome prince again
"he sailed away into the lands unknown"
beneath the ocean blue
and so we hoped he will return someday
but he never did
how strong is a woman's word when spoken with desire; I am sure it is stronger than a sword