Perspiration drips from ivory fingers,
The sounds of passion clouding her thoughts deep within.
Upon this forbidden plane she'll not linger,
From Aphrodite's arm she descends.
Hearts no longer racing,
The Wolves are long gone.
Neither regrets nor contemplating,
It is time to carry on.
A purse pregnant with gold,
Body wrapped in Crimson.
Hence forth into the world so cold,
Another Lover waits with anticipation.