SHE IS.
She is the calm in the wind
the fluidity of water
the destruction of fire
She is the kind of woman you desire
but she never stays where she isn't worshiped…
her mind is forever in motion
a vortex you risk getting lost in
she is of her own world
she is hers…
With words that cut deep
she keeps honey on her tongue when spilling the tea from her lips,
she walks with the moon in between her hips
her curves and fine lines are her finest art…and her heart is room temperature
as she is adaptable but never conforms…
This is the kind of woman you only get a piece of before she leaves with her soul still intangibly engulfed in yours
She is magic.
— Andrea Siera
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