I am a woman carved from the wild — soft in places, fierce in others, with curves that tell stories and eyes that hold galaxies. Time has only made me more potent. My hips carry history, my thighs hold thunder, and my heart is a bonfire that refuses to go out. I am not delicate, though I can be gentle. I am not tame, though I know peace. I am a living contradiction — desire and discipline, chaos and clarity, tenderness and tempest.Magic flows through me — not the kind found in fairy tales, but the ancient kind, the raw [more]
