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She is powerful.
She is a muse.
She is otherworldly.
The way the universal energy and her intertwine is breathtaking.
I can feel her, yet I can’t totally define her.
She can’t be defined.
She can’t be put into words.
I struggle to label her.
She can’t be labeled.
Nor named.
Or tamed.
She comes forth mostly when I dance or move to music that turns me on. When I drink my favorite red wine. When I’m in my favorite, sparkly, erotic jewelry or lingerie. When I look deeply into my seductive yet genuine, big brown eyes in the mirror—she is there. I feel her presence.
I feel her when I jiggle my butt cheeks on a thong; when I feel the mesh and see through the fabric on my skin; when I roll my hips in circle motions; when I slide on the floor; when I lick my thigh high boots, speeding my legs wide open to transition to the next dance move as my heels clack.
When my body shakes on the floor as I dance. She is there. Hidden. Ready to emerge.
She is there, eyes filled with fire and passionate lust, skin melting with the music sounds, hands caressing her own skin as she seduces herself, realizing her power of being a woman in bloom, completely absorbed in her erotic energy that moves her body and the walls around wherever she dances.
The seductress, the erotic dancer, the sexy woman, the shape-shifter, the adult entertainer in me.
I have been digging deeper into the skeletons of everything others have made of me to get rid of my old identity that now stinks—an identity that served me well—but doesn’t anymore.
I want to change everything.
My name, my look, my voice, my words, the way I walk, the way I talk, the way I move, the way I eat, the way I approach others and allow others to approach me.
I want to strip down my old identity that tried to keep me safe and untouched. Because I was so scared of her. Of the woman, the seductress in me.
The dark goddess within me.
The world made me afraid of her, telling me she is not welcomed. Or that I would not become a conscious woman if I allowed my dark side to take over me.
Bullsh*t! And I believed it at first.
I have known men who would make me feel ashamed of her, while she is one of the most important parts of my being that makes me feel like I’m thriving into a dreamy galaxy full of wide-open creativity, sensual juiciness, and deeper wisdom.
There’s a dark light at the core of my soul.
It shines the best in darkness, in mystery, in black spaces, in hidden places.
She thrives there.
The mysterious seductress in me.
She thrives and feeds her soul in the art of everything dark and mysterious, obscure and untamed.
She dominates my thoughts when she awakens. She dominates. She rules. She f*cks sh*t up. She stands there in her erotic juice, oftentimes nude, hair loose, eyeliner to decorate her big, pretty eyes, dark contour lipstick, chains and buckled thigh high heels, soft lingerie on her skin.
She creates new worlds and visions as her thigh chain garters initiate her into her depths.
The way that sexy lingerie, music, dancing, and my own body make me feel is something I will never be able to put in words.
Because it’s a whole new world for me.
A whole new woman within me waking up to her own sexy, erotic, amazing self.
Even though times are changing, we still live in a world and society that tells us who we should or should not be by giving us labels and price tags as if we were objects for sale.
The truth is almost everyone is terrified of a seductive, sexual woman who flows in her erotic juice with ease, grace, and freedom.
We are terrified of her because we’ve been told she is dangerous. She truly is.
She destroys old paradigms. She does not give a f*ck about your fixed beliefs and mental prisons that you use as a lens to see through the world.
She undresses me. Literally and metaphorically. And I feel free when she does. The dark goddess in me.
She shows me my deepest wounds and my deepest gifts and gently paves the way so I feel safe as I peel my clothes off to get closer to her.
A seductive woman in touch with her body and her inner rhythm of flowing, understanding the power of her pussy—she is unstoppable. She is fire. She is otherworldly. She is also deeply sensitive and wise. When her erotic energy starts to become integrated within her, she becomes a powerhouse, no matter her outer life circumstances.
When a woman taps into her sensual and erotic energy, she connects deeper with her body. Once this happens, she develops healthier self-esteem.
And as the self-esteem in her rises, she will make better choices and choose to be around better friends, better lovers, and better people who celebrate her instead of fearing or hindering or shaming her for her essence—her erotic juice.
I’ve been reading on social media about the term “divine feminine,” where many women have moved from one extreme of their beings to the other, or from one extreme lifestyle to the other, and present their new lifestyle as the “answer” to other women’s questions, knowing that we are so diverse and different from each other, yet “divine” nonetheless—only a few seem to integrate both their dark side with their light side.
I want you to know that the feminine just is. She simply is. There is no divine or not divine feminine. The feminine has many facets, and she expresses herself in mysterious ways.
She can be dark as f*ck. And gently light as f*ck.
Or shady in between those two.
What matters is how she expresses herself in you as a woman. Embrace that. Embrace her. Even if she chooses to come to you from your dark side.
She is beautiful.
Glorious.
Enlightened more than any “spiritual person” you know or see on the internet.
The feminine is dark and light. She is both simultaneously.
Embrace your dark side, and birth something new into the world because of her.
She is your greatest creatress.
The most otherworldly creature you can find in the world.
Ah, if you would just drop the world as you know it.
If you would drop your old identity.
It won’t be easy.
She will shake you off at first.
Then liberate you if you allow her.
The absolutely mesmerizing goddess of the night is within you.
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