Underneath my lingerie…
I am the woman who traveled across the country – not once, but three times. A Black woman traveling alone, across the deep south.
Underneath my lingerie…
I am the daughter who loves her parents and the sister who loves her brothers.
Underneath my lingerie…
I am the sister who sat with her little brother as he slowly died – starving to death to his medical condition.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am the webcam model whose had thousands of men watch her as she orgasms.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am the woman whose willingly shared her sensuality with men she’ll never actually meet in person but intimately knows the energy design of each one.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am Aphrodite in the bedroom and Aphrodite in lingerie.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am the woman who used to run for miles as a kid.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am the woman who religiously meal preps her like clockwork every week.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am the woman who was raised steeped in religion and a messed up form of love – reading the entire bible every single year.
Underneath my lingerie,
I am a woman who knows how to create the most beautiful meals from scraps (I was taught by my mother who was taught by hers, who was taught by hers – a Black woman who raised two kids all by herself in the great depression).
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a woman with roots in Texas. My paternal lineage.
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a woman who prays every day.
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a woman who loves dressing in beautiful clothes and wearing a flower in her hair – even when times are bad.
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a woman whose been shattered by people that I love and carried up high by people I don’t know.
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a woman whose loved indefinitely by those who love me most.
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a woman whose spent many nights alone.
Underneath my lingerie,
I’m a human being.
Underneath my lingerie I’m a woman with scars as well as beauty marks on my body.
Underneath my lingerie I have a smile that will make your heart glow and the deepest laugh in the world inside of my body.
Underneath my lingerie I’m a sex worker.
But it’s not just that.
The sex worker.
Is actually sex magic.