As day became night and the moon ruled the sky her wetness covered me just as the tide does the sand

A woman’s beauty cannot be described in words.

It is a poem that flows through the locks of her hair.
A story written in the curves of her body.
A collection of characteristics that all together amass a wonder that is womanhood.

Does the weight and the inertia of the planet shift depending on the population of living things?

Like if all humans moved to Antarctica would the Earth be thrown off it’s axis and sent spinning off out of orbit and into Space?