I am not an ordinary woman.
I am rare, passionate, and sensual — a storm and a sanctuary in one body.
I am not here to be consumed; I am here to be celebrated.
If you want the prize, worship me.
If you want to play, give me a full erotic theatre.
If you want a taste, prepare a feast.
I am not a snack. I am a banquet of fire and silk.
I am not an empty fantasy. I am a living, breathing, desiring force.
I give pleasure with generosity, enthusiasm, and magic —
but I do not give it cheaply.
My sensuality is not a vending machine.
Approach with intention, patience, and devotion, or walk away.
If you want me, show me hunger with respect.
If you want my body, bring your mind and your heart.
If you want my fire, prove you can hold it.
I am the Queen of my own body and my own desire.
I decide when, how, and with whom I share it.
I do not wait for crumbs.
I do not shrink to fit your laziness.
You will either rise to meet me —
or you will watch me turn away,
still radiant, still sovereign,