When do we finally give ourselves the permission to ignite our own flame and burn in the vulnerability of our desires? To discover a self-satisfying lust in exploring the intricate pleasures of our own eternal godliness? Can we women surrender to the raw passion cascading from our crowns to our hips as we run our hands along the curves of our body and touch beauty...?
I am an artwork and I have been shy. I have been hidden and I have been clothed in my own inhibition. I have never fully bared my body and soul, but in my unraveling, I will bring forth my masterpiece. For I am her, and she is me. My masterpiece... the Goddess I have longed to be.
I am driven by love and ecstasy. In this conscious hedonism, I find myself following the waves of spirituality to the shores of sexuality. There, I stand naked in my true essence, my creative divinity. The words I speak to you become my cathartic poetry. I've touched my own beauty, and now I turn it to art... the ecstatic alchemy of my loving heart.