Perfect storm

Whatever you see from the corner of dull life's suburbs
A small you hear its ripple unsettle and disturb
A vary in your day you could never curb
Was it just the way she tossed her head
The weather vane that swang towards her breasts
Her profiled nipples pointing east and west
Old sea dogs would say avast you fool
She draws with beguiling beauty oh so cool
For she's no figurehead of luck for to tease
To flirt with naked flesh, curved so replete
 Painted finger nails tearing at your skin
And whimper in the rain, a kiss to win
To know your shaft of lightenings stalked intent
To come and go and never to relent
Would her gasps for satifaction, quell or be denied
That relentless momentum not subside
For she will toss you till your stalwart timbers bend
Insatiable her mountainous appetite for you to dent
Swallowed in the maelstrom of her thighs
The flooding cream the crested seagulls cry
The albatross an omen that flew above the mast
Her chalice sweet that goaded, the font that never dried
In that perfect congress, what a way to die
Will that forecast pass me by
I sit and wait the turbulence
To be in that storms eye