Roots of a woman deep tribal and raw
Violent in her stare but gentle when she smiles
Dance brings her hunger for freedom
The taste is in the air
Beating to the rhythm of her heart.
Stronger, stronger
Visions of wolves come to feed the beat
Moving body yearning from deep within
Primal and naked, void of care
The veil of mystery sheds.
Born new to awaken.
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