We are vexed by the beauty that throws itself out of her mouth and being...
Laughing like that,
She carries lovers like a vocation doing her heart's work-
Something simultaneously capricious and absolutely freeing.
Tiny freckles dance on her face while mapping out fates like the constellations;
A tender oppressor, who knows not of her power or gravity and so is without abdication.

I thought no one until her to live as the embodiment of demure.
Deep pools of cerulean keep you swimming against the tide,
But like any siren- it is her nature to allure.