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