It was so beautiful... I wish you had been there with us.

It was hot. I was all sweaty. Yet people just had to touch me.

I don't get it?

I'm visibly wet and some people just want to run their hands across the clammy flesh. Then they have the gall to go, Ewww!

Dang, bitches, you knew I was sweating!

When I'm focused on creating, or covering an event to my best abilities, I get in some weird zone where I'm oblivious to Time and Space. I burn. My heart races. My body flushes out it's toxins. I glow!

I can be wet with sweat, soaked to the bone and people want to embrace the Magic of creation in hopes their arms can encompass the Energy. They wish to harness it. Control it!

I bet it happens to you! You get focused and lose yourself in something larger than yourself and that wave attracts others to your magnetism.

At that moment...

In that space...

In the glare of my intense gaze...

If I asked you to remove your panties...

...To resist is futile!