HER

How is she so nonchalantly real?
Making everything about her surreal,
Being with her the whole day,
Isn't enough, I must say,
Even when she just stays still,
I feel myself acting against my will,
While she's busy drying her hair,
Sitting on her comfy vanity chair,
She don't seem to have a single clue,
How effective can be that view,
Illegal it is, to witness her holy form,
Seductive enough to bring out a storm,
And when she walks towards me,
She's an entire endless sea,
Once you get brushed by her touch,
There's no way out,without getting crush.