Lust

Apparently I look like the poster child for lust and sex appeal. I would be lying to say lust isn’t my vice. I love the feeling of wanting, needing, yearning, craving, and finally being sated. It’s crazy I suppose, a self inflicted torture of sorts that leads to over indulgence only to do it all over again, but it has a way of making me feel alive…punishment then fulfillment.

As for sex appeal, I think it has more to do with attitude, chemistry, and confidence. I believe in both lacy as well as nonexistent unmentionables and sultry perfume with hints of vanilla, jasmine, and musk. Not for the man, but for myself. I do most of what I do for myself. I feel just as sexy donning chucks and goofy T-shirts as I do wearing fitted dresses and high heels. When you feel sexy, I think they (men) sense it, and it heightens their lust. That’s my goal, to always have my man lust for me. I want to be 50 plus and still have him look at me with that fire and hunger in his eyes. I think perhaps, sex appeal also lies in being equal parts girly, minxish, cerebral, and whimsical.

Why are we talking about lust and sex appeal? Because it isn’t a comfortable topic for many women, especially women that are in long term relationships, and I get asked many times by women about these topics. Most find themselves in ruts and feeling down because they feel their men aren’t attracted to them anymore. I just want to take these women by the hands and lead them to the nearest lingerie and dress shops and dare them to sex it up a little. Sex appeal is not something to shun or be ashamed of. Honey, I will be old and (not gray because I will be dyeing these strands) putting my saggy boobs in pretty push up bras and wearing kitten heels being just as sassy and feisty as I want to be. Don’t judge me!

Basically, my unsolicited advice is to just own your sexuality and sex appeal. Lust inside of a relationship can be a beautiful thing. What woman doesn’t want that Song of Solomon chapter seven kind of interconnected lust and love? I certainly do!

(Song of Solomon Chapter 7 for your pleasure - The Message Translation)

Shapely and graceful your sandaled feet,

    and queenly your movement—

Your limbs are lithe and elegant,

    the work of a master artist.

Your body is a chalice,

    wine-filled.

Your skin is silken and tawny

    like a field of wheat touched by the breeze.

Your breasts are like fawns,

    twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is carved ivory, curved and slender.

    Your eyes are wells of light, deep with mystery.

    Quintessentially feminine!

Your profile turns all heads,

    commanding attention.

The feelings I get when I see the high mountain ranges

    —stirrings of desire, longings for the heights—

Remind me of you,

    and I’m spoiled for anyone else!

Your beauty, within and without, is absolute,

    dear lover, close companion.

You are tall and supple, like the palm tree,

    and your full breasts are like sweet clusters of dates.

I say, “I’m going to climb that palm tree!

    I’m going to caress its fruit!”

Oh yes! Your breasts

    will be clusters of sweet fruit to me,

Your breath clean and cool like fresh mint,

    your tongue and lips like the best wine.

The Woman

Yes, and yours are, too—my love’s kisses

    flow from his lips to mine.

I am my lover’s.

    I’m all he wants. I’m all the world to him!

Come, dear lover—

    let’s tramp through the countryside.

Let’s sleep at some wayside inn,

    then rise early and listen to bird-song.

Let’s look for wildflowers in bloom,

    blackberry bushes blossoming white,

Fruit trees festooned

    with cascading flowers.

And there I’ll give myself to you,

    my love to your love!

Love-apples drench us with fragrance,

    fertility surrounds, suffuses us,

Fruits fresh and preserved

    that I’ve kept and saved just for you, my love.