She turns off the lights,
lights a scented candle- lavender, her favorite.
She lays her tired body
and surrenders to the needs of her inner self.
She knows she's empowered.
She knows herself.
She knows what she wants.
Her petals wet with her desires.
She reaches inwards as deep as the night.
Her body quivers while she lets out soft moans
until she can take it no more; but she knows what she wants.
She never stopped reaching for the glory of self love.
Her moans grow louder.
Her state of mind in disarray.
An earthquake.
A huge internal earthquake.
Non-destructive.
Recuperative.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
She knows what she wants.
She breathes in deep and smiles.
Another take on sensual.
