She is like an ocean. Sometimes it is calm, at others it is very violent. Its waves can smash the ships riding on it to bits. During tides, it brings invaluable bounties to the shores. Sometimes the waves splash against the shore and empty their anger against the shore.
But one thing is there that is constant, the undercurrents, the storms and streams running unnoticed beneath all this in the deep. She has many unfulfilled desires. Her desires from the youth has not been doused. Passion lies latent like the molten Lava inside the folds of earth which when bursts the earth shakes and trembles. She years constantly for someone who will come and pacify those passions. There are social taboos and she has suppressed her desires for so long, kept them under control.