She is a storm. Unleashed; empowered. She knows her worth and yields it with abandon. Her power is her presence. Her gaze makes men go weak and women hunger for something unnamed.
She walks through life with a tempest on the tip of her tongue. Her hair is the stormy sea; her eyes, a squall.
Words misspoken. A wish granted. Every step agony. Her price for sharing our world.
A touch from her will bring a man to his knees. He’s left breathless and bloody but would beg for more. Men at sea go mad searching for her.
Her desires send waves crashing and ships run aground. She is born from the raging sea.
She weeps salty tears as she yearns for the watery realm she left behind.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
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Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society and a member of All Poetry .com Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
This is very wild and passionate, Penny.
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Thank you Robbie! ❤
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Loved this one Penny.
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Thank you Megha
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My pleasure Penny. Its very inspiring.
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