Listen To The Beauty of Her Waters

Ever taken time to watch a river flow? Or listen to what it says to you? Allow the words to flow through you, listen... you might learn.

Following each slinky curve,
Winding,
Giving this beauty, both body and form.
Her slender sides slipping silently away
From the cold hard feet that trod beside her.
Over her.
Round her.

Your eyes drawn along her,
Taking in the truly orgasmic sights
She lives by
Day in, day out.
As you watch each movement of her
Flowing form.
The chance is there to listen,
Take it.

Hearing her speak,
You listen to her murmurs,
Her sexy voice whispering the history.
Some tragic stories,
Some of heightened happiness.

But who stops long enough to listen?
She tells her secrets to only those
Fortunate enough to care.
        --- Shocking, shy, silence.
             Shear, shrill, surprise.
             Shores she's CRASHED! ---

At a moments turn
Her beauty turns to
Brutal,
Tormented,
Hatred.
As the rain pours, so does her rage.
Her tales reveal the truth to her inner most thoughts.
        --- Suddenly she KILLS!
             Surely she's CRAZED!
             She CAN'T COPE!       ---

Her anger displayed openly.
Her distraught motions,
Shows her twisted turns, and
Distort her once suggestive style.

But somehow, even these
Deep, dark descriptions,
Of things no one wishes
To hear,
Add more so to her beauty.

Strangely this
Imperfection,
Makes her
Perfect.