I don’t need to see you to know you’re there,

I don’t need to look at you to feel your beauty,

New, “old”, halfway through, don’t need to see you to know that your power is true.

When I think about you, when I see you, my eyes slowly close themselves as they want to keep you like a picture forever, my lungs take a deep breath as they want to breathe your energy inside, my hand goes instinctively on my tummy gently feeling the roundness that resembles you so much, then on to my heart, feeling the curves of my breast, and I smile reminding that I’m a woman, a whole moon filled sexual being, I feel the power of it, the more than I breathe you, the more I fill myself with pure feminine energy, and through the smile, a tear runs down my cheek, because to keep being what I was born to be, a woman, a feminine creature, a sexual creature, I have to fight. And this is sad, but I’m still a woman. And you are still there all the time filling me with your power. And with you inside me, I fear nothing.

Claudia