Woman.
Past the (mid)point.
Beyond the pale.
Forever complex, passionate, bold.

Year 49
No greater moment to reach out
To taste and imbibe
The sensual and wanton divine

With each passing year
The need grows stronger
The desire drives deeper
The woman soars higher

In velvet shadows and shimmering light, I am woman, I am one
with every breath and pulse, sensual yearning and wanton craving,
with the very moment and each phase of my creation.

I have always been more than simply woman.

I am – and forever will be – a creature born in the last throes, at the close of days, weeks, months of blistering fire and overwhelming heat.

I am summer’s love child.

With the flavour of the sun in my flesh, with the dawn and dusk indelibly etched on my skin, with its wanton passion, its sensual caress in the curve of my hip, in the breath between my lips, with its sultry nights and lustful promises deep in my bones, flowing through my veins.

Cloaked in velvet shadows, bathed in dazzling light, I have little choice but to bare my soul, lay down my truth, curve, arc and unfurl this body, lead the woman to hope, to the wonder, to the sights and sounds and flavours of this life’s complexity, its pleasures, verve and intensity, its infinite sensuous mystery.

With passion and love and hope
On the threshold of the breathtaking unknown

Woman
Me
43

Caressed
By the sun
Witness
To its light
Reborn
In the glory
Marvelling
At this day
At this sweet life