Sitting atop a mountain peak, deep in a forest of green topped trees and flashy lightning bolts.

Remembrances of promises taken, fleeting moments of ardor and lust; washed away with a drowning downpour amidst tables of hapless lovers and wandering hearts.

There is a recognition of current and cleansing paths; undulating in poses of chairs and dancers, wondering when their number will be played.

Sated, yet ravenous for deepening discovery; a walk in the jungle, safe jungle while savannahs are planned.

Titillating journeys that were once fraught with indecision; now a gleaming highway of immense freedom and delight.

What was the name of that road?