Beloved Flower Lover,
She knew it. A man cannot resist an irresistible woman. So she spent time liking herself and loving what turned her on. Perfume bottles, flowers and colour. She turned herself on by turning herself on to what she loved. Her senses. No stress. She took care of her body with a bath, pedicure, manicure and put on beautiful clothes she loved. She gave herself reasons to smile at herself. She breathed out deeply.
Although she knew she lived in a society that worships pain. That encourages angry women and doubts women being gorgeous whatever shape, size, or background. She had decided to play with it. To seduce it. To play with this view point instead. Her relationship to pleasure and pain was peace and pleasure instead. So she decided to doubt her doubts about her attractiveness when she was talking to friends about life as a woman in London. And to first, doubt her resistance to pleasure and listen to her reasons for not enjoying herself, when they would talk about the ‘lies of lack’. Lack of money, time or whatever. Then give herself one incredibly important reason for choosing pleasure. Confusion gave way to a massive smile on her face as she saw her beautiful energy reflected back in the mirror. She exhaled deeply.
She took time to melt into herself. She surrendered to reading poetry and gently depended on the peaceful feelings she received as she listened to the tranquil feelings flowers created for her. She met her own peaceful needs first and a strange thing occurred. She breathed out as she was getting lots of compliments from people feeling her growing glow expand.
She was allowing herself to rediscover her likes and dislikes whilst having a busy partner, children and household responsibilities. Today she knew how she loved getting attention and so would play with that as she dressed in ways that would get her attention from herself first. She totally changed it up. Her self seduction led her to go and get herself the flowers she most loved and put them into the perfume bottles she most enjoyed. The loving intimacy she had with herself. The intimacy of knowing herself. The intimacy of discovering that she liked and loved herself switched her on.
She played a seductive push and pull with herself. Sometimes allowing herself to be chased by her dreams. Sometimes she allowed herself to be pulled by those same dreams. Yes. It was like looking up into the sky and seeing the stars. She breathed out as she allowed people to make her offers and to take her time to say yes or no. Enjoying her and their resistance and desire all in one go.
Today the thought of denying herself her gift of flowers was denied. Today she gave into her own seduction of colour, scent, and flora and absorbed what she needed and what was always there. Love.
The London Flower Lover