There is a heat
A fire
A passion
That burns within her.
His hand hovers
And her body undulates like a drug-induced gypsy.
A single touch from Him
Will still the fires even as it stokes them.
She'll burn bright for Him until all is consumed
And then from the ashes
She will rise like a phoenix in all its glory.
She is un-tameable
Yet for Him she surrenders.
She is sensuality and sin
Yet for Him she will plead like the sweetest of saints.
No man can claim her
Yet for Him she will off her wrists be bound.
She is wild
Rebellious
The spirit of Calypso
He extends His hand
And her name becomes submissive.
Serenity finds her
And with dulcet tones
She reveals His name....
