She is dripping with honey,

Like the sweet juice of a peach

running down your chin.

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She is sultry, supple, alluring,

shimmering and mystical

a shadow of divinity

with eyes piercing through everything.

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A silhouette of grace framed in pieces of silk,

gently moving in the wind.

 

She is not loud, but her presence speaks volumes.

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She commands the space,

yet allows you to bloom in her presence.

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She is the sun kissing your skin,

a warm summer breeze,

a breath of fresh air,

the gust of wind before the storm.

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A glass of water so refreshing,

it quenches the thirst of your soul.

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She is warm like the sun

and ferocious like a mountain river,

with the depth of the vast uncharted ocean,

and calming presence of an old oak tree.