She lives alone, in a small rental apartment that she spent way too much time decorating. She is content, happy. Or so it appears. She walks around in her panties and bra, sometimes nothing at all. Her coiled hair pulled up and dressed in silk, her skin glowing. The earth resting at her lips, she inhales then exhales slowly. Eyes closed as she floats around that bijou space. Lauryn Hill, Jill Scott, Erykah Badu serenading her background. Incense burns slowly, the smell of sage, lavender coats the air. She falls into her mattress of pillows and smiles. Eyes still resting shut she slides her fingers over her belly and into her panties. A lip bite occurs as she lets herself become lost in her own ecstasy. Confidence, she wears well, she doesn’t need another soul to feel complete. She is enough for herself. She is relishing in all her fire, setting her own heart ablaze.
K.A.M ( @inmyownwordz )