She’s my anchor in the storm, my safe harbor when I’m running from life’s cruelties. My shoulder to cry on, my target to rage at, my adventure to set sail on.
Her eyes are twin oceans offering only the greatest quests for the only the bravest to try. They glow, kissed with some inner oceanic lightning. Her spirit shines through pure and strong, tempting the weak, intimidating the brave. Her heart cries out, through those eyes, for her martyr, waiting for only the worthiest one to finally make it to her heart.
A mind boggling combination of leather and lace, delicate sea-foam masking the deadly rocks beneath the bubbles. She’ll smile sweetly, then promptly inform you that you’re an idiot. She fixes what she can, and flows around what she can’t making it part of her plan, bringing it into her realm.
Her words are a siren’s song, echoing out into the unsuspecting masses. Crashing upon them in torrid wave after wave of brutal truth. She shows no mercy, it’s not in her nature. Keep up, get out of the way, or get trampled. She’s driven, her spectacular eyes riveted to her goal, relentless. Her ambition knows no bounds, endless.
A beloved partner in crime, a cherished sister of the heart, a cheerful antagonist, and the great mystery that the world is all the richer for having.
She is the ocean; Beautiful, alluring, endless, unyielding, a perfect living tempest.
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