She is a mystery cloaked in elegance and beauty — the presence of her is womanly; be loving and patient in your discovery, and in time, you will find her, a flower that caressing winds carried over raging fires and vastly deep waters, finally setting her down delicately in a hidden place of safety that could only be found by the truly worthy who sincerely love her deeply — protecting her heart forever.
The darkness offers an indescribable solace. The smoothness of her skin is the epitome of the magnificence of a woman’s softness. Soft light gently illuminates the feminine beauty and sensuousness that so many envy. They lust after her curvature but foolishly step over her true power as a natural nurturer; they could never be profound and loving enough to dig deeper to find the diamonds hidden within her. Indeed, she is a beautiful wonder yet to be discovered. She is alone with her thoughts. The contemplation of her is like a revered book constantly read, re-read and referenced by the most distinguished scholars. To kiss her is heavenly — to possess her heart is to have a gift desired ineffably . To know even just a small portion of her secrets is to know her intimately. To know the loving thoughts expressed in her eyes; to truly resonate with the pain in her cries, is to know pure love eternally.
Oh, the beauty of womanhood that cannot be replicated in mere sentiment or whittled down to the objectification of envied elements. To find the secret gems of her soul, one must be immersed in her completely. She is a woman, naturally — made up of magnificent complexities and steeped in the glory of femininity. Sitting on satin sheets, she unfastens her bra and finds release. Her movements are graceful; her feminine essence, unmistakable. Her heart is beautiful. Her love, incomparable and irreplaceable. The intrinsic elegance of her presence is breathtakingly wonderful. The soothing words of her whispers are essential.
The savor of ecstasy is pleasurable like the taste of sweet cream slowly poured over freshly harvested and perfectly ripened deep red strawberries, or like heavy whipping cream in the highest quality rich dark Colombian coffee, sweetened flawlessly. Climactic eruption always happens with the use of a skilled tongue and fingers drenched with the passion of penetration. The feeling of oncoming explosive ecstasy is felt with distinct erotic vibrations. It could happen with deep breathing and euphoric screaming; it could happen with uncontrollable shaking and profoundly intimate whisperings. If a woman’s sexual senses are heightened enough, it could happen within seconds of her erogenous zones being touched. It is a thing of beauty to witness a woman orgasm in the depths of erotic immersion. Moments of unforgettable pleasure will be replayed in her thoughts forever. To know her body thoroughly is to know the sweetness of her, but it is only true rapture that will draw out her nectar. Soft kisses between her thighs while looking into her eyes intently, is the key that unlocks one of several doors that lead to full discovery of her erotic mystery. The sweet taste of her is savored like Dolce de leche lingering on taste buds…so what then is the makeup of her essence? It is the mint freshness of her breath, the sensual womanhood of her breasts, her intimate spirit that vastly transcends mere sex, the prettiness of her feet that makes her goddess like aura complete, the love in her eyes that is immeasurably deep, the way her hair flows over pillows when she is asleep, the wonderful scent of her hair as if washed with heaven’s joyous tears, the heart shaped lips through which beautiful whispers are spoken and the beauty and strength of her spirit that can never be broken. She is a glorious culmination of all things feminine, like the way she sits on the edge of her bed and moisturizes her skin or the way she puts in her pear shaped stud diamond earrings. She is sweet. She is indeed sweet like crema dulce, a mouth watering craving enjoyed thoroughly and immeasurably.
I adore your femininity. Allow me to wash you hair gently, kissing you intermittently and applying your favorite brand of conditioner. I know it’s something simple, but you look beautiful with your hair wrapped in a towel after a long hot shower. When you curl your hair it reminds me of my grandmother, using her hair pins and rollers. The fresh scent of conditioner and shampoo on you flame desires within me. If you’re too busy to get your feet professionally done, you do your own pedicures with exquisite perfection. Sometimes, you even allow the colors of your manicures and pedicures to be my decision. You know that my favorite colors on you are dark purple, flamingo hot pink, beige cream and plum. Gloss polish is brushed on sanded and filed toes with precision. Curled hair that falls past your shoulders is beautiful and feminine; you look absolutely stunning when you put in your diamond earrings. Smooth moisturized legs without stockings, look so sexy in heels, size seven. If I may say again, it is so subtly beautiful and feminine — like lipstick from a lip imprint on a white napkin. At the end of the day, I massage your feet draped with gold anklets; your perfume still floral and heavenly, erotically intoxicates me. I sit and watch as you slowly take off your makeup in your vanity as you speak to me lovingly.
She is strong yet delicate.
She is emotional yet reticent.
She is openly sensual yet privately deeply intimate.
She is outspoken yet her spirit is quiet.
She is fierce yet compassionate.
She is the embodiment of femininity undeniably, a woman that exudes tranquility and sensuality perfectly, easily conveying hints of the depths of her ecstasy subtly; soft lights highlight the contours of her ethereal body flawlessly. Soft kisses and pink rose petals fall upon angelic beauty delicately.
1950’s burlesque icon Lili St. Cyr.
Again, Lili St. Cyr interviewed by Mike Wallace, this time remastered and not broken into two fifteen minute segments. In my opinion, her candid answers propelled her to a woman way ahead of her time. In her astute approach to Wallace’s direct style of questioning, I see a woman of both inner and outer beauty, calling out the glaring hypocrisy of her time, while perfectly balancing her own complex inner-conflicts. The fact that she admitted to not liking herself very much was heartbreaking and her sorrow was palpable. The inner strength to say these things in the late 1950’s cannot be overlooked. Her stance on marriage may be a point of contentious dialogue even now in the current day and much more unprejudiced atmosphere of defined relationships and matrimony. She said, “If you love someone and you want to live with them, the moment you decide that, you are married, without any law to say so—” a sentiment I wholeheartedly agree with. As stated in the interview, she wanted to leave her profession but found it hard to do so because of monetary concerns and mounting debt. In the beginning of the broadcast, Wallace states her annual income as $100,000.00 — certainly an amount that would have made her a wealthy woman for her time. Lili was also Marilyn Monroe’s role model; as is documented, Marilyn studied Lili’s dance moves and incorporated much of her signature look into her own personal and professional life. Lily St. Cyr had been arrested several times for “lewd behavior,” most notably in Los Angeles, California, in December of 1947. She was renowned for bubble baths during her famous burlesque performances. The interview:
Her entrance is like a poetic stanza profound. She shines and stuns in a black evening gown. Like a beautiful whisper, the train of her formal attire drags gracefully on meticulously polished floors. She had already conquered any and all competition as soon as she walked through the door. She did not come to a party; she came to an event with ultra exclusivity. She is wearing pointed open-toe black Manolo Blahnik heels, but because of the length of her dress they are not easily seen. For the event, she paid handsomely for a mani-pedi — money well spent. After a shower, then soaking in bath-oils for an hour, she moisturized her skin further with pure unrefined African shea butter. Her perfume for the evening is, Versace Yellow Diamond Intense, a fragrance that exudes a wonderful floral aroma. Gracefully, she sat on her vanity and put on her diamond chandelier earrings as she looked into her oval mirror; her hair was professionally done — curled and pinned up earlier. At the event she wants all eyes to be on her, for to command a room with eloquent oratory and elegance is beautiful power. She is a wonder, walking with the handsome gentleman with a closely cropped salt and pepper beard beside her; hors d’oeuvres and expensively aged Champagne are exquisitely refreshing. She mingles among conversations and laughter, and she is constantly complimented on the beauty of her aura. Meticulously manicured nails against her evening clutch, contrast wonderfully in color. Her baguette round diamond tennis bracelet shines brighter with a deeper sentiment, for it was given to her by her late father.
Cherry blossom fragranced lotion lathered feet slip into heels that dance and walk on scattered bills underneath. Clear heels offer an erotic transparency than lustful eyes clearly see. Plum colored polished toes are highlighted so beautifully. When she spins skillfully on the pole, legs extended, the sexiness of her heels is displayed prominently. She mesmerizes when her legs are crossed in doggy, her six inch heels perfectly pointed vertically. Adorers of pretty feet dream of sucking her toes uninhibitedly; some, just want to lick her heels, then be walked on literally. Her heels can be used for her profession or be utilized more casually. A white crop top long sleeve and jeans would compliment her six inch stripper heels so perfectly.