She's a Tempest
She is a
Sexually
Liberated
Unlimited
Tempest
She needs no one's permission for the wonder and power in her sexual energy.
No approval for the vortex of magic when she drops into her body, into her pleasure, into her orgasm.
As a tempest, she cannot be contained.
They say, "You should cover up. You look like a tramp."
She laughs and answers, "There's nothing wrong with me. I'll cover up what I want to cover up. I'll show what I want to show."
They say, "You shouldn't dress like that. People will get the wrong idea."
She smiles and answers, "People's ideas about my dress aren't my business. And what I wear isn't there's. It's my body. I will dress however I want, in a way that expresses my fierce love for myself."
They say, "You shouldn't have sex unless..." and add their conditions, rules, or limitations."
She stands tall and says, "That's great for you. I will say yes to sex when I want to have sex. And I will say no to sex when I don't want to have it. Period."
Some fear her.
Some want to try to cage her, restrain her, shame her.
But they can't.
She's a tempest.
She has given herself all the permission she needs.