The Three Ps.

She was like sexual heroine.
Always dancing in the wind meeting his every move to the beat.
Temptation is what he knew her as.
He could not stop it.
That inevitable day they would cross paths again.
She had fire in her eyes to match the heat of their auras.
Constantly pulling each other back in.
So they danced the night away, hand in hand.
She finally let go of scary, unworldly thoughts.
She figured it out.
All she ever needed was a release and that was him.
Carnal instinct takes over.
She knows what she wants and she's no longer fighting it.
She enters a world she knew little about.
One of utmost passion, pleasure, and pain.
She falls in and loses herself, again, and again, and again.