She's an Eater

Blacked out eyes,
Always up for compromise.
A curvy girl, her hips tell stories.
She sways when she walks, and smiles when she talks.
Voice is tranquil,
Eyes black and neap,
If you're lucky, you'll get in too deep.
Not many go to her land,
Her land of vanish.
She's an eater, not of the mankind,
But of those she likes to leave behind.
She rolls like the sea.
Relentless. 
Like the constant white wash breaking on the coast.
She's the one you'll want to hold the most.