Similes

She is like the wind, seemingly invisible, yet forceful and full of motion.
She is like a cloud through which I fly until I find she has changed my direction.
She is like the warm air moving against my skin before the lightning storm ignites.
She is like the waterfall whose trickle upon my stony cliff-face has left indelible grooves.
She is like a compass that moves every slightly yet changes my direction.
She is like a light breeze, whipping around me until I turn toward her, smiling to face her.
She is like the falling leaf, bushing against my cheek, before the cascade of autumn.
She is like a cat who desires no end of my stroking, no end of fur-play, until it suits her.
She is like an oven on a frigid day, which my desire is to open her and allow the heat to drape me.
She is like a seal whose skin glides smoothly through my water.
She is like a dog, nuzzling my skin until the ticklishness makes me giggle.
She is like silk gently smothering me with thousands of caresses
She is like white cream whipped to an unfathomable lightness, surrounding me.
She is like sea spray sprinkling my naked torso and soothing my lips with her taste.
She is like pink tissue, crinkled and folded, alight upon me.
She is like a still ocean, suddenly rising up a crest to cause me to plunge.
She is like an emptiness I long to fill, only to find substance, not vacuum.
She is like a child, laughing and at play upon my lap and I cover her with kisses.
She is like a computer, that no matter how I play her, she still keeps her own thoughts.
She is the scalpel that slits my chest and painlessly, pleasantly, my breath slips away.