I’m a gentle lake before sunrise,

You’re a boat rushing on my surface.

Expecting me to enjoy your ride,

Intimidating my peaceful tides.

Boys and their toys,

Too blinded to observe the language of bodies.

A man would take a swim in my waters,

Feel the spontaneity of every breath.

You could be diving deep into my curves,

Not disturbing a single wave of my femininity.

But it takes the bravery of a true swimmer,

To trust the unpredictable wild waters.