She was fire, she was ice
She was the stones that piled 
through the window pane of his soul
A force commanding attention 
with every glance and every turn of her gaze
Artistic disaster in the belly of the storm
That carried her across volcanoes 
of feelings untimed and dreams not lived

Hurricanes walk fiercely above the earth
With each turn, she leaves traces of her presence 
Traces of her power 
as it ploughs through to claim its throne

Trees fall to the ground
Lining her every step
As she swirls through buildings searching for her love 
How majestic she is 
as she claims hearts of those she abducts with her beauty

Named after women for the force they bear
She is bred from fibre that descends from exotic creatures of the amazon 
Her force foreign to man
Yet felt deeper through the motions of her body 
Her curves flooding streets with passionate disasters 
for those who wish to feel the texture of her cocoa flesh