I want to feel like a woman,

I want my femininity to exude sexuality

And I want each stroke of the air to sigh against my skin.

I want my bones to be sought-after secrets that will only be found by the greatest of explorers

I want my whispers to bring melodies from memories and erase the meaning of vocabulary

Forget the language and let me let you touch me.

Let my smile not be off-putting, I want my reason for smiling to give you reason to see.

Curiosity.
Have curiosity.
Let it be mutual.

Don’t see me. Feel me, be blinded by how much of me there is.

Forget what I look like
Only to remember one day that your knowledge of what i look like wouldn’t matter.
Make it matter.
Decide not to listen to me.
Rebel.

I want to ascend a spiritual channel that rips open my gut and pours pureness from my pores.

I see too much but in you there is enough.

Your supporting beams are not necessary but so appreciated.

Relax and reset,

And never speak the word love.
Just feel me.
And be curious.
I am a woman.