Whirlwind fleeting rendezvous
A Sparkling femme fatal
In Clark Kent couture
Long tails of vivacious energy streaming behind
Tall red spiked heels betray secret alters
Hidden away in the scarves and buns of Vanilladom
Complete camouflage is bestowed to her destinations host
Expertly applied for a judgmental society
Shy and unsure a histories legacy
Trapped in a glass box
A caress, touch or Kiss too much risk
It should not be, it is only natural
As a mountain eagle she flies
Free, unhindered and alive
I envy the feeling, I try to escape
Someone just needs to bring the key
Her lunar orbit now traversing the dark side
Only to return as an Empire rises again
Should good fortune smile
A hidden world awaits
