she.
SHE. It all began in Akebu-lan
Her roots are anchored.
Embedded in the African Alisol soil.
Her presence. Scarce! Fierce! But...
Enriched with a pinch of glitch.
She cultivates, Twisting in and out of its core
like a winch about to hitch.
She is toxic.
She poisons plants surrounds her
unable to tolerate her prominent presence
She pushes, she perseveres.
What is fatal to many is stable and suitable to her
Her pretty petals push through the hard clay soil and blooms.
As she grows, she releases a trace of acidity,
This threatens her beloved enemies.
She is dangerous
She is golden palate. Moulded to perfection.
With such golden skin,
traces of golden glitter form a path for her admirers to follow.
They drop to their feet in her prominent presence
and beg for her pleasures
She is the treasure
I heard a rumour
That when two bridges collided in heaven,
Her lips were formed?
As she moves Her long powerful strides attack the ground beneath her feet.
Of course just a gust of this force is enough to cause an outburst of lust.
An outbreak of the plague Infecting its targets and leading them to their deathbeds
They rise to her command,
twitching for her addictive venom kiss
She is ferocious.
She is hugged by the pitter-patter of the rain
Kissed by the soft lips of the hot scorching sun.
The sun can’t resist the sweet tenderness of her nourished,
Cocoa flavoured,
velvet feel,
rich, plump,
perfectly slated silky skin.
She is nature’s goddess.
The wrath of the weathering can’t stop her. She continues to grow.
She is indestructible.