Lava * Jungle * Intimacy 

At the bottom of the well. In the belly of the beast. Sprit and guts and smoke and ash. Soaked in the raw scent of sweat and hungry like the wolf, Scorpio snakeskins straight into the eye of our evolutionary appetites, begging us to bump and grind with unabashed desire. Check your pulse and choose your pleasure. Can you handle the seasons of your life? Hell yes, says the Phoenix. So let’s get living.