Two simple words, their weight a sledgehammer into my confidence,
If I dance, for all to see my provocation
I will be spurned, as she was before me-
If I hide behind the curtain of modesty,
My curves hidden from view
unable to take pride or confidence in my form
whispers of judgement for my prudish frame
Why cannot I be sexy without being worth nothing else?
Why must I either be blunt or noexistant?
I prefer to mold myself into a creature of shy elegance,
coy smiles shared with only a special few-
a sultry pout upon my lips,
a smokey gaze upon my eyes-
suduction sublty in my dress, to leave only a fringe of imagination/
Desired for my exclusivity and fufilled promises
alluring in my words of wisdom and temprence
my countanance lovely as my honesty, my loyalty
my poise, my passion
Devine Fire In My Voice
the taboo of Sensuality cannot define my credence in myself
I will use Seduction like a blade,
a scalpal to heal and to wound
and I will be greater for the use of it-
I am a pride to my gender,
the shaming cannot touch me
I will brake free of it's climing trendles
Thorns of humiliation may cut but I will not bleed!
My modesty is nobody's concern save for mine
For a whorld that desires, nay-
Lusts- so intensly for carnal pleasures
abstinance appeals strangely highly,
your mixed signals will entangle me no more!