Out of a dust cloud, kicked up by the revelry of midsommar.

Legs like a roaming leopard, caressed by the gentle breeze.

Golden locks, golden mane, from the dust she came.

She sparkles, like glitter under hot lights

Painted lips, beckoning you in, to a newfound feeling; a sense of love I'm feeling.

Leopard Queen, sinner's delight - come take a bite; i'm the one to take you to a newfound height.

When you hold your gaze, a moment lasts forever.

We flock together, like birds of a feather.