In the name of …
D e s i r e : the fountain of vibrant feelings.
It can serve as a process of creating abundance, it can make a woman feel hungry, scared, fascinated and turned on, all in a matter of seconds. The burning sensation that I am made out of clay and that my only destiny is to be molded.
Desire can make anyone who’s a powerful presence in society, turn into a submissive creature behind closed bedroom doors. It can turn the toughest looking woman and the coldest modern warrior princess into someone obedient, pure and perverted at the same time.
Desire is a continuous process that ought to be kept alive, always, in the deepest waters of the Self. It can turn the disciplined soldier we see ourselves to be, into mere preys and rescued maidens, by simply experiencing the proverbial panty rip or the deep-secretly yearned for hair pull, to remind us of the bad girls we so desperately NEED to be, in order to balance the good operatives that we are programmed to become in society.
Desire is an essential characteristic we have the responsibility to display, harness, use and spread, both upon ourselves and unto others as well.
The code of Desire is of a strong, focused essence, that can be accessed every time we connect, smile, flick our hair, shift our gaze from someone’s body to their eyes, their lips, their eyebrows, all the while biting our lower lip in anticipation.
I need the code of Desire in order to turn myself into a Seducer, a Seduced, a game player, a prey disguised as a predator.
The beauty of Desire resounds in the theatrical mental and physical moves I get to experience; being aware of how my eyes move, how my lips take shape into a smile, what kind of dance my eyebrows carry with the eyelids, how my fingers tangle the hair locks, how my breath shifts rhythm and how my entire body goes from being receptive, to turning edgy, excited and enthralled.
The acoustic of a sigh, bearing a flaming sensation of being owned, turns the state of being into a state of Ecstasy.
That is the case of Desire.
