Sometimes, I wonder what part of me speaks...
My lips? My hips? The curves beneath the silk? Or maybe⦠the way I look at the camera when I feel completely unafraid?
Thereβs something fascinating about being seen
Not just looked at β really seen
Some days, I dress for the mirror
Other days, I undress for the moment
And somewhere in between, I find parts of myself I never knew I wanted to share
To be desired is one thing
To be understood while being desired β now thatβs where it gets deep
So tell meβ¦ What do you see first when you look at me β and what do you wish to uncover?
β A π€β¨