She was born to be wild, a mere glance from her eyes and you would know, to see the power in them to feel her overwhelming appeal ,I can tell you now, you would have no chance.
Once she has set her aim on you , she will play you, like a tiger with its prey, teasing, tempting, tantalizing, and swiftly like a blade in the night she will strike.
Her all encompassing hold over you is as a spiders web holding you, but allowing you movement only to cling on until she has finished with you.
She is a nomad, a Queen of the forest, a Boudicca, she is indigenous of the wild, a huntress.
Yet she has a soft side, a side of beauty, that is shown only to a privileged few, if you are one of the lucky ones you will find a highly intelligent, sophisticated woman that would put to shame the likes, of those that frequent the finesses Museums and Art Galleries of the world.
I was one of that elite band that saw the true woman. To know her is to feel the power of the wind, the heat of the sun, the intensity of the storm she could never be tamed, but to be close to her you need to let her go.

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