Simply Beautiful

I do not enter rooms—
I arrive.

Not with thunder,
not with spectacle,
But with the soft authority
of a woman who knows
She is already enough.

There is something delicious
about not trying too hard.

About letting the silk fall
where it may.
About laughing before finishing the sentence.
About understanding that confidence
It is foreplay for the soul.

I am a sensually delightful, divine feminine—
which is to say,
I am fluent in pleasure
and restraint.

My power is not frantic.
It does not beg to be touched.
It does not audition.

It lingers.

Like perfume that doesn’t introduce itself
but leaves the room altered.

There is erotica in the way I cross my legs—
not because of the gesture,
But because I am aware
that I am doing it.

Awareness is seductive.

I do not chase desire.
Desire is curious about me.

I do not collect admirers.
I collect experiences.
Glances.
Moments.
The delicious pause
before someone remembers their composure.

Thank you,
I say—
when complimented.

Not because I need it,
but because I am generous.

There is humor in this, too.
The subtle chaos of watching
confidence unsettle the unprepared.
The quiet amusement
of knowing you are the plot twist
and the main character.

Sass, of course,
is simply clarity wearing lipstick.

I am not loud,
but I am unforgettable.
Not chasing,
but magnetic.

Grounded in my hips.
Rooted in my spine.
Soft in my mouth.
Sharp in my mind.

Sexy enough?
Oh, darling—

Confidence is sexy enough–

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