She

She
Written By Lobo Di Noccento
Written On 3/11/16

I Do not know what makes her magnificent
is it the soft arch in her back?
the luxurious sway of her hips?
the surrmounting crest of her thighs?
Or maybe its the seduction made by
her heart that is reflected in her eyes.

Somedays she is:
A Tornado,
A Monsoon,
A Typhoon
The Bumping of Tectonic Plates
The Gushing of a Volcano spreading
out Lava's Infection many just call Fate.

Other days she is a Spring Rain
Or a Warm Summer Breeze
There are even times she is
The Blowing of the Leaves.

She has had moments during Winter
where she is as Bitterly Frigid as the
Arctic and as sharp as Razor Blades

Yet even in these moments
She Colors and Cascades.