What fashion of woman is this that breezed into my life with all the might of Katrina?
Her passion flooding deep into the essence of my existance
Leaving me breathless, sacrificed on the altar of her ardour.
Her kiss sent seismic tremors racing through to the very nadir of my heart
The nucleus of my being torn apart
beyond the measure of Richter.
No Labyrinth deep enough can afford shelter from a temptress such as she,
Nor Icarus wings to give flight.
To the molten purgatory of prurience an enthusiastic victim I
become.
