I traveled many miles to attend a Powwow,
I wanted to blend the past with here and now.
The throbbing drumbeats, chanting voices, that mingle and blend,
Then my eyes behold him, a dancing Adonis in buckskin.
Long raven hair, flowing free,
Dark midnight eyes, that watch me.
Glistening bronze skin, glowing in the sun,
I feel the sexual pull, knowing seduction has begun.
His eyes caress the swell of my breasts,
My hands ache to touch his musclar chest.
My nipples harden, screaming to be taken in,
Craving for his lips and my flesh to blend.
He dances towards me, pelvis thrusts, heightening my desire,
Our bodies join, begin to sway, as I am consumed by fire.
The drumbeats transports us to another time, another place in history,
When Buffalos were plentiful and the land was wild and free.
His lips brush mine, in a gentle kiss,
He knows I am his for the taking, I will not resist.
The Buffalo Dance has come to an end,
But our bodies continue to mingle and blend.
He takes me in his strong arms and carries me away,
To a waiting teepee and upon a bearskin rug we lay.
The drumbeats are still trobbing in my blood,
As I begin to drown in passion's flood.
Now begins the blending of hands, tongues and lips,
Then he travels to the valley between my hips.
The coupling of stallion and mare,
The joining of kindred souls, exposed, stark and bare.
Our meeting is shrouded in mystery,
We have become like lovers of old, now part of history.

Music: Buffalo Dance