i don't know where i was going with this...

Her lavender mouth can lure you in. her silk skin can make your heart stop. Her mysterious voice will give you chills, but don’t be confused when she’s not laying next to you in bed at night. Her head will rest with the birds when she’s tired. No need to worry where she is at night, because everywhere is her home. She can call the grass in Central Park her bed, and the woods of Connecticut her play area. We can call the long winding Nile, her bath and the arms of our Mother Earth, the loving arms she can run to.