Priestess of Passion
My tribute to a pair of amorous young metal-heads.
On a night, by soft moonlight forsaken, Long after the candles have died, We both flee down the highway oft’ taken By young lovers longing to ride. Behind us, the sea’s turbulent madness, Above us, a thunderstorm looms But we speed to the city with gladness; Desirous of pleasure-filled rooms; Those shrines where sight, sound, and sensation Bring to us the gods of desire And you, my pagan priestess of passion, Burn with th...