The room is bathed in a soft glow . . . sending shadows out to play all over your skin. Skin that covers your rolling muscles as they tense for the strike, just like a predator stalking its prey. I watch you move closer, my breast rising and falling with the anticipation, knowing that tonight is the night you will fulfill your promises to me. Your face is in the twilight, but I can feel your eyes on me and your smile spreads warmth through my body. It is the smile of a man who knows anything and everything is permitted. A fact you fully plan to take advantage of as you wrap your arms around me. And the celebration of the senses begins .
"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."