VI . SHE IS IT
poetry
written c . 2024
She Is It.
The predator of the food chain, the apex creation, the peak of the pyramid.
She Is It. The popularised, the publicised, the proclaimed.
She Is It. The idealised,
romanticised, glamourised.
She Is It. The twang of spice, the mouthwatering Yum! of a sweet.
She Is It. The murmured attention in a room, the subject of whispers in the quiet, the spotlighted applause.
She Is It. The burning aspirations of the young, the aching thirst of the dehydrated, the yearning of the lustful.
She Is It. The polished perfected paragon of beauty.
She is It. The lustre of the feminine, the radiance of the sun, the glow of moonlight.
She Is It. The beguiling, bewitching and breathtaking.
She Is It. The cravings of every girl who has ever glanced upon a reflective surface.
She Is It. The sensuous seduction of the sensation.
She Is It! — Gorgeous.
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