Is it just me or do I look insanely sexy? Feeling like a chaotic artistic muse right now. Letting that creative soul shine through.
She wants to travel the world. Write epic words that blow people’s minds. Sing her soulful voice and touch people’s hearts. It’s what she does. Naturally you know. It’s just who she is. She weaves together the dark and the deep. The holy and the horny. She’s the devotee that sucks his cock and inspires the King and awakens the genius within. She’s the priestess, the girl, the mother, the whore. I am Her.
Badass in my emotional rollercoasters, riding the waves, awakening my Queen. I am free. I am free. Like the Phoenix from the ashes I rise and rise. Nothing can hold me down. I am meant to fly.
Like a tender butterfly I am yearning for your caress. Like an eagly I fly untouchable. Nothing can hold me down, yet I choose to walk this Earth with my bare feet in the mud. Is what I do. Cause I am all that and more.
As soon as you think you know me or understand me, I will fool you once more. I will rock your world. I will lift you op higher and higher and come falling down at your feet. I am here to serve your soul. No more holding back. I am your muse. I shall write you holy horny poetry.
But my love is only for those who can hear the whispering of my soul. To the ones who fucking project their shit on me, I say get lost. Nothing can hold me down. I am meant to rise. In a fucking sexy, chaotic, disturbing way. Here I am. You have no idea what I’m capable of, just like me. No fucking clue. I am cute and I am a monster. Come closer if you dare.
I am yearning for the touch of the One. You might be it my love. You might just be it. Yes I am.