She

She snaps out a smile and its like a brief flash of bright yellow sun in the middle of a storm.1

She lets a laugh escape her lips and its like the melody of a song caught in the whispering trees, a moment of pure clear music snagged betwixt the clash of thunder and lightning in the sky.2

She speaks and its like the murmur of silver river water in the center of a black raging ocean, like a warm breeze saturated in sunlight revealed under the twisting and rebelling gusts of cold angry wind during a hurricane.3

When you hear her name it brings to mind summer days and the taste of honey, of the smell of grass and daisys dancing in the wind.4

Everything she does is magnetic, mesmerizing, magic: twisting her hair round her delicate fingers, the way her slim legs sway as she dances, how she tilts her head back as she laughs.5

You want to wrap your arms around her waist. You want to bend yourself to her every whim and desire. You want to bring your lips to her perfect, pink ones and press gently. You want to feel her flesh on yours. You want to take her into you and sense the sunlight swim through your viens.6

You want her.