Ice fire Goddess does the show.

Flame dancer in my heart

Pulse rhythms saturate the air, sweating bodies crammed together so tight that all hearts beat as one.

Surrounded by a flaming spiral halo the ice goddess does her magic.

All wrapped up in ego the center of all things; the pulsing beats are her marionette strings she gyrates, wild fire burns vividly illuminating her scorching, elegant being.

Slow licks of flames whiplash spirals too magnificent to see, they burn shades of redemption they emanate pure lust.

The cleansing has begun, the fire dancer near ignites as she excites the chemical eyes, magnetic drawn to the Arabesque pirouettes she twirls in Dervish wonder’ then slithers like the viper, wild unquenchable golden licks, she inflames and is consumed by wells of desire.

The Apostles that witnessed her now melt inside her hands, they fell passion deep in love with the siren fire mistress of the flames the Goddess of the fire.