Little angel

Gathered by the ritual needs,

Men stood by fire open mouth,

Charismatic girl now leads, 

The tribe of the far-away south.

Descending on the fire sparks,

Little angel arrived from above,

One warrior her finger touches,

Filling his heart with devine love.

And there little angel goes,

Climbing over glowing sparks,

Leaving him in warming desires,

Leader girl now his heart marks.

The End

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