You are turbulence, clear skies and an easy flight.
You are the rain drops concerto soothing me to sleep.
You are the gentle breeze releasing dandelions to seek freedom.
You are a storm in paradise and the sound of thunder that keeps me awake.
You are guilt, pleasure and the best of reason to fall from grace.
You are creation and creativity.
You are the future and a promise of upcoming despair.
You are skin, naked and tempting.
You are allure, the bait and the trap that caught me.
You are sweat; you are the night and the retribution of gratification.
You are the smile in the morning and distraction on my days.
Nourishment, hunger, plenty and nothingness you can and will provide.
You are anathema, endless question and pointless dilemma.
You are laudation, acclamation and the infinite accolade.
More than a mere religion and more than all philosophies, that is what you are.
In your hair I see the entanglement of elements, the expanding universe,
Pushing what I call myself, forever to boundaries of your escalating dominion.
Captive of your punitive lips, I am eager to see your smile.
The white of your teeth preparing a gentle nibble or a mouthful of my existence.
You are babbling, baby talk or just guiltless excuse.
You are affirmation, a declaration of power released by the movement of your hips.
You are the whim; the demand, fore you got the rights for reason.
You are logic; illogic, the ultimate mathematical conundrum.
You are a request, a plea and the appeal.
You are a role without a script.
You are foreplay, intimacy and a guide to carnal liberation.
I have tried to analyse, discover what you are
But you are something I can not decipher.
My fear, my delight! You are more than I can ever write,
You are woman.