she was little talk
and a lot of action
she didn't look
like intelligent conversation
but was clearly fluent in body language
when she walked into a room
women's eyes turned green
and men's thoughts turned blue
women wanted to be her
men simply wanted her--in a very old and biological way
a brilliant, if unwitting mathematician
she divided men from their women
incrementally multiplying angry words spoken by the power of ten
the tempest, a storm
she brewed thunderous thoughts in women
when her lightening hit their men
men watched her walk
women simply hoped she'd walk away
she's that woman
men think they don't stand a chance with
and women think they don't stand a chance against
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