Sensuality....by like-a-lilikoi

I came across this on my tumblr and it was like she painted a collage of words and my spirit was her paint palette. So beautiful.

My sensuality is something that I am proud of. It is a large element of who I am and it is how I’ve always been…. but that does not mean I blatantly exploit  myself nor does it take away from the fact that I am intelligent/respectable. Sensuality, in my opinion, contributes  to intelligence in ways that many people don’t recognize because they confuse sensuality and sexuality. Sensuality is about senses, it includes the realm of sex, but it does not exclude the importance of sensing one’s surroundings in every way possible. Without a strong feel for all the elements of life, I don’t believe I could function properly, so my sensuality contributes to my survival. When I think of sensuality; I think of a mermaid, I think of confidence, I think of powerful energy, I think of spirituality, I think of dreams (day dreams and night dreams), I think of personal wisdom, I think of head-held-high, I think of beauty, I think of unstoppable ideas, I think of unconventional beauty, I think of teaching through learning and learning through teaching, I think of culture, I think of pride. When I’m lookin’ at sensuality; I’m seeing sunshowers, I’m seeing night swimming, I’m seeing Frida Kahlo and her art, I’m seeing breasts, I’m seeing flawless flaws, I’m seeing flowers, I’m seeing circles, I’m seeing sunkissed skin, I’m seeing the line of a man’s bicep to his shoulder, I’m seeing deep purples and reds, I’m seeing smoke roll out the lips, I’m seeing ocean. When I hear sensuality, I hear brazilian music, I hear soulful voices, I hear a moving story, I hear Erykah Badu, I hear Adele, I hear deep laughter, I hear the sound of a plane take off, I hear the breeze, I hear the ocean kissing the shore, I hear soft moans. When I feel sensuality; I feel cool water going down my throat or enveloping my form, I feel my bare feet touching the grass, water, dirt, or sand, I feel my hair being brushed behind my ear, I feel my heart beating faster than usual, I feel tears of sorrow/joy (they can be one in the same if you understand them fully), I feel past/present/future, I feel happiness, I feel respected, I feel compassion and passion, I feel the color of NARS orgasm blush, I feel warmth, I feel irie, I feel creative, I feel….I feel like myself.

Credits: http://like-a-lilikoi.tumblr.com/