She sits in café on her own
Flowers paint her fabric
Coldness paints her fire
Fragility discreetly hides the force
Which could swiftly alter one’s life course

Her eyes they look away
Into space that isn’t there
Their eyes they try the same
But she distorts the place
Like black hole outer space

Her strings deform their minds
Tremble fills their chests
Her eyes could heal or kill
Yet she leaves them with no thrill
Hypnotized by dangling heel

A worthy prey sits there
The one who knows it both
His value and his stakes
Convinced by humble eyes
Pure longing no disguise

She takes him by the hand
Gentle is her touch
Firm is her intention
When heart knows truly what is right
Why wait for reason to decide

She walks the street high-heeled grace
Her pace a touch too fast to trace
He blames his nerves on watching eyes
While trailing rhythmic clacking tones
That send the shivers through his bones

They enter chamber, doors they close
He bows right down as he suppose
To the wall her upright back she sway
With leg she push his breath away

He kiss her knee and holds it tight
He looks her eyes what else he might
She strokes his chestnut curly hair
And pulls him in no time to spare

She makes the rhythm he leads the way
A dance from heaven their bodies play
When ranks are clear there is no doubt
No place for thinking no voice to shout

Soul and body merge to one
A gift from heaven, no sin is done
Creator merges with creation
In fire of its given nature

No higher thing that he could see
No other calling, no-one to be
He has his Goddess very near
His purpose never felt so clear

Some other world is where she’s from
Their cheeks are grinding, their voices thrum
For instruction he is craving some
When in his ear she whispers…
Come.

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