'Calentura' is a visual poem to self-love, a dance of desperation and delight. The performer, a goddess in her own right, is a mass of contradictions; her body writhed with hunger, yet her eyes hold a tender longing. She explores her form with feverish intensity, her fingers dipping into her wet heat, her body arching as she seeks her peak. Her room is a sanctuary, her body an altar, as she worships at the temple of her own desire.