strong women...
hips that move oceans,
eyes that drink darkness.
hands that weave stars
from thoughts fine as silk.
lips swollen with storm,
tongues that crack icecaps.
the lioness roars,
and monkeys shudder.
volcanoes erupting,
storms tear off the roof.
soul emanates
from fresh cut trees.
hair sweeping the pillows,
nails digging into infinity.
and the soft gentle touch,
that restores sight,
and walks on water...
the scent of creation,
the hunger that rocks!
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