Origin

Fond contagion and how it's done.

This is purity, the improvised true self.

Combat and the silky hinge of that One's thighs,

Food matter for the electric brain;
It's shocking but tasteful.

She knows who she is;

This cougar of 'Etta,
(tear my heart to ribbons, dear one)

That ringleader of persuasive music;
Her voice unfurls my wanton soul.

Could this be love?
Or is this only the alpha of vast vistas to come?