The dark dance calls softly,
like Night Shade or Oleander.
Just a little taste...
Just one more slow waltz...
I can smell her
wet orchid while I sleep.
She moves languidly through
my dreams possess me at dawn
with lambent steps.
The love is violent, like a bullfight.
It\'s sweet and treacherous, ferocious.
It\'s fatal for one of us.
And she\'s been gored.