TIDAL MAJESTY

Is there anything so enchanting as a truly potent woman?
That primordial force of nature who ebbs and flows as ceaselessly as the tides?
That divine grace?  That supple face?

Is there anything so mystical as the gravity of such a woman, who can pull without moving, any and all into her dance, simply by off chance?

That differential force, who causes you to deform, reform, and yet come again, better and better each time?

That guiding light, that inner brilliance, which shines without ever being too bright?
That eternal delight?

Is there anything so captivating as the tidal lock of a woman with integrity and charm?
Who casts a wing over any needing protection from harm?
That five-alarm-fire, who burns hotter than the sun, when needed?
Who weeded and seeded - and kneaded?

Who was bled so an entire species could be succeeded?

A woman whose body speaks in languages no mortal can ever hope to comprehend...
yet... because of it... we mend, attend,  and befriend?

A woman whose body pays dividends beyond measure?
Who brings eternal treasures, upon the instinct of love?
Who brings peace,  whenever opened like a leopard skinned foxglove?

Through droughts she exposes.
Through floods she saturates.
No matter the weather, she is the remedy you ultimately require, aspire, will take crossfire for, simply on the hope her love will never expire.

Is there anything so sacred as such a woman afire?
Willing to burn in order to inspire?

Such a woman is rare, for only God can make such a woman.

Only God has the wingspan.

Exe

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