The woman

Fires crackle and make the embers dance effortlessly

Waves crash into the solid rock walls then retreat back to the ocean

Storms growl in the distance and the smell of rain permeates around you

Women who love, dance effortlessly with your heart then crash into you smelling of something sweet and delicious.



Fires burn when touched

Waves drown when you let go

Storms do damage if you are not prepared

And women, ah yes women, they do something way worse than all combined.



She’s the fire of my heart.

I’m lost at sea in her eyes

The storm of her smile simply kills me

The woman. One woman. Is fucking enough for a life of adventures.