Looking into the eye of the orange horizon, I melt into my thoughts. The passion that once drove me to this secluded alcove has shifted. When I was engulfed with a need to be desired, nothing could stand in my way. Men were eager to throw themselves at my feet. The last night of their lives spent in a euphoric high. Electricity tingles my skin as I recollect. The switch from lust to raw fear in learning you’ve been lured into a trap. Astonished they could be bested. The revenge was as sweet as this sorbet sunset.