Unless we’re talking about the power to stop traffic with the sway of full hips,
or the ability to make a man lose his train of thought by licking my lips…
Yeah, that kind of power I definitely got.
But the power to seduce them beyond thoughts and illusions of some passion-filled sack session
is not.
See every woman is sexy. Every woman can catch a man’s eye by just––being.
But it takes some super-human, wonder woman type shit to seduce a man into
staying.
And that seduction does not simply include lingerie fantasies come to life,
No, one has to do more than turn on his body to become his wife.
There are other things that need to be stroked – like his mind, his passions, his
ego.
See, I can seduce his mind, once I get him to recognize mine.
Once I get him to see past my superficial, past the others who flaunt their sexy as they can and should…
I would never throw salt in their game, or try to keep them away––like I could.
But this game––the one that they create and in which they force us to participate
turns smart, confident women
into stupid, insecure children.
And I refuse to play.
This is why I will –gasp– call a guy
tell him I like his mind, that his presence is fire, and that his style is fly.
That I want to see him sooner, not later.
That I dream about him at night, often waking up sure he’s beside me
clutching my sheets tight.
Promising that if he gives me the space and time
I will make him mine.
So this is why I’m called a seducer.
It’s not just my strut or the junk in my … trunk
but my ability to be honest with the man I’m feeling is a seduction …
of his mind, lost to him, floating in the
subconscious.
But, men like a chase … that’s what they say
So are my methods of seduction the right way
to get his attention
not to mention
his time?
I have been called a seducer.
News to me, because that title implies some sort of power
and power is not something I can claim to possess …
at least when it comes to dealing with members of the opposite sex.
Photography by Billy Montgomery.