She walks to the rhythm of chaos

Each step she takes embracing a melodic tempo

It's as if the motion of her hips

Is acknowledging a debt the world owes her

She is fire and with the toss of her hair she reveals

A blazing story of fury

Pandemonium breaks out as she parts her lips

She is of few words

But we can write volumes as her lips, teeth & tongue work in congruence

She is Nova

A shooting star gracing our presence

In her company the world ceases to spin

We are captured in time

one moment suspended effortlessly twirling between her finger tips

She is the eternal flame lighting the way

like a warm tropical breeze on a lazy star filled night

But don't be deceived her wrath will envelop you

Leaving you lost

Seek not serenity in her eyes

Stillness cease to exist

Find comfort in her touch

In that embrace there is shelter from her smile

She is passion