In the winter her hair shone like the fireflies and eyes warm with lust, hungry and wanting her hands. Hear the sound of her voice; ringing, ringing, resting in your bones breaking them in two. Ignore the pain melt into her words and the hollowness of her sound, draw into the color of her steps. Feel the tingle of her hips and the longing in her smile. See the black sin in her eyes, they boil under your stare. They twist and turn as she sits on the smooth rock of desire. The waves crash, white against the shore, you walk along edges ready to fall in. You walk along the edges ready to succumb. She is calling. She is calling.