Her body, suspended in the air
All around, wearing the crown of technological advancement
A gift of her father's
Wearing something tight,
Something ****

The knowing fire in her eyes
The Olympic torch.

She is absolutely breathtaking,
With the Earth under her...

"What?"

She giggles.

You push off the wall and into her embrace
Skin slides on skin
In a way only zero G's can bring
(well, close to that, anyway)

She is a space *****
Her hair floats around when she lets it out
She is a gem in the sky
A dream in your eye
The space *****