She Will Be Noticed

She enters in like a storm cloud

Demanding your notice

Raining on you her approval

Or hailing on you her fury.

Always sure to be heard:

Feet patter, voice thunders,

Ever conscious you should see

Flashings of teeth, gusts of skirt-

Making certain you catch the scent

That reminds one of creation.

Yet her taste forever eludes

As  is her sole intent.