The Strongest Force

The winds of the ocean

don't compare to my stride

not teaseing nor taunting

it's the peace of my pride

 

The arch of my back

the strength of my hips

the silk of my skin

the taste of my lips

 

the wave of my hair

the spark in my eyes

the way I am built

not matter what size

 

my smile is magical

brighter then any

a gril like me;

you won't find many

 

I make the strongest men

crawl down on their knees

over glass if nessecary

as long as I'm pleased

 

Deserts are thirsty

for my sweet embrace

the clouds up above me

is my favorite hiding place

 

In all the universe

I have the most power

anything in my way

I'm sure to devour

 

So come with me

on a kick-a*s whirl

what am I? Don't you know,

I'm a brown eyed girl.

Author's Note

I read a poem once about a phenominal woman, and it inspired me to write this.

Reviews

[~ Otto Girl ~]

laney you did awsome job on this poem i love it so much this is bad a**

[zhaven]

...well i guess i would't actually be blessed to know about "the taste of your lips" but everything else seems right.
keep up the good work :)

[zhaven]

Sweet you wrote a nice poem that perfectly describes yourself.
I really like it. *hugs*

[An owl on the moon]

There is a stunning beauty, grace, and power in this woman you describe. You bring her alive with your words and make it known why she is longed for so deeply.

[deeps]

This is so amazing, I liked this write
Such an awesome flow here.

[Mickayla]

Omg I love this!! It's like you said totally awesome!!