She doesn’t care, she doesn’t need you or me. Accomplished, sexy, avant garde, outspoken and above all established, she can choose how she wishes to be.
Some sort of concentrate, the essence itself of sensuality and femininity. She exudes the exotic and brims with all that is erotic.
She manoeuvres through life with no particular need to conform. Mature and determined, she makes her way through life with ease, creating waves of pleasure and delight. A delightful trail of magic and of mystery delivered to all those around, ensuing from her pursuit of pleasure, which she for so long denied.
Pleasure is the name of the game. After years of restraint and modestly she realized that the senses are there to be pleased. Tantalizing moments of abandon, indulgence in all that is fun.
Live and let live to the extreme. Experiment in love and in passion without ever hurting, use and abuse of yourself but not others.
Pleasures of the soul. Pleasures of the mind. Pleasures of the body.
Yet in her pursuit of enjoyment she steers successfully away from excess. For even indulgence and self-gratification has its boundaries which should sometimes be imposed.
Her thoughts are deep and travel afar. From basic amusement and recreation to the morbidity of death. She revels in her eclectic reasoning, she grows in her earthly state of limitless thought, without the shackles of convention and the imposition of common belief. Spirituality without the unnecessary fairytales, or the fanciful, or the occult.
And it is this complex, abstract thinking which fuels her very being, which brings her back a full circle to the conclusions of life and of death. And since pleasure may only be sought by the living, she treats her senses to all that meets her desire.
Wine and dine, joie de vivre, fun and flirting, lively and exuberant, sensual and lustful, grinding her loins on her latest conquest, orgasms of the mind and of the flesh.
She proudly defies the reserve of society. She loves and wants to be loved. She procures so much pleasure from the giving of pleasure. And while she delves deeper into the mysteries of life, these clearly signal to her that time is our greatest limitation. For our mortal selves will soon expire…
Eat that lotus, drink that wine, use your toys, kiss that stranger, laugh and be merry. Blow up your mind, give it more and more fuel, take it places it has never been before. From a furtive stolen moment on a warm Summer’s night, to a long and lusty weekend where abandon has no limits.
Do what you do best – grab life by the balls and own it!