She hides waterfalls behind her eyes The taste of oasis between her lips Sun caressed cliffs form her thighs The wide skies hang beneath her brow southern cotton fields clothe her golden soft skin while oceans east swirl at her curls and curving hips the harvests ripe upon her lips and if one asks me, “who is she?” I reply, “She’s my world, can’t you see…” Hello Writers! Collab with your erotic thoughts and complete this simile :) Best entries will be highlighted!