She had the heart of a mermaid and the song of humming birds and the silent wings of butterflies
She was torn between the fredoom of lost love dancing in the silk clouds of the open sky and the secrets of lust hidden in the depths and torrid currents of the ageless sea
Her flesh was forged in the flames of eternal desire stolen from the devils heart
And her lips where sculpted from the kiss that left passion to madness from its first taste of sin
She had the story of forbidden acts of the stars in her blood and the lullaby of every moon singing in her chest
She was the destiny of satisfaction that could never be satisfied
more than its own hunger for more love from lust and more lust from love
A coin constantly spinning heads over tails and tails over head
Tumbling and tangling through the endless act of seeking lusts infinte bliss within loves perfect kiss