Chance encounter or fate playing its hand

Either way this traveller came to command

Open, honest but a little guarded

Don’t take her stubbornness as being cruel hearted

Her touch, gentle as she begins to progress

With designs that live on I will possess

The (Kinky) Angel she is

Who crafted my phoenix!

A new page she uses for each flesh of skin

Summoning her ability that waits within

Go to her you must you’ll never regret

A decision so personal you’ll never forget

What was business

Is now in the past

We have a friendship

That will forever last