Her liquid looks, sun-soaked hair,her wind-strummed heart…laid bare…at your feet. You sink slowly into her crystal lake eyes,swimming until mesmerized. Your thoughts disappear into secret recesses of her soul. Her low cry is heard only by you,only you can answer it. At the first sensation of your warm breath, on her chilled neck, she is transformed…. from Siren…to Woman. ~ Stephanie Urbina This free script provided by Dynamic Drive