Sensuality

There was a woman my age I grew up young and parallel to. I played the drum rhythms.while she danced and swayed in the colorful flow of silks, gathering men’s attentions.

I thought she was delicate and graceful, magical and ethereal. I even took lessons from her briefly when first had my eldest.

But, I kept finfing that externalized beauty kept needing to externalize for more attention – from extra-partnership affairs to having one’s nudes on the wall in the bathroom for the rest of us to see when visiting – just by accident, of course.

And the part of me who sought a mentor to guide me from internal to external in safely decided (though it still keeps looking for good role models) that it was safer for me to keep my passions for privacy, wrapped tightly close around me.