Deep in the Now,
there exists a kind of woman,
often attacked,
and sometimes rejected.
A warrior soul,
independent, rebellious,
the feminine in its purest state,
untamed and free.
She is the one
who left Eden,
forsaking the comfort of man
to carve her own path.
They say she was born
from Adam’s dust,
but made of pure energy
and empowerment.
She is where
the deepest passions
and the hidden faces emerge.
She is where life’s wounds,
fears, and shadows are faced,
where lost power is reclaimed.
A beautiful woman,
but I prefer her in the streets.
Because in my bed,
I want the one who surrenders,
the one who loves.
The one who cares for me,
and lets me care for her,
who speaks to me
through true communication.
And after long conversations,
time slips away unnoticed.
A beautiful woman,
in her fire and her calm,
Lilith in the streets, Eve at home.
Not because man commands it,
but because that is where she finds her balance.
