She is a tornado dressed as the 11am sun
she sun kisses your soul without touching your body
she warms your heart at the perfect degree
she is but an appetite
she never serves main courses
She could be dessert
But with an after taste
She is the ice cream you crave during summer
the morning coffee that jump starts your brains
She knows how to sweeten your taste buds
Cool your temper
And keep you hooked
She, a drug with no detox
Yet
There is a but about her
Remember she is a tornado
No matter how beautiful
No matter how charming
No matter how calm she looks
She is a tornado
that needs the hand of God to calm down
And needs you to have the might and patience to wait it out
To eventually love her in her different seasons
For she will rain, her tears will flood her eyes
For she will rip off the roof of your heart
But her true skin is within her somewhere
The 11am sun she is having a hard time keeping permanent
The calm night sky her eyes the stars
The moon her soul
She will brighten your life
Sooth your wounds
Tender to your being
With warm loving hands.
