 Song to Myself
(I wrote this for those days when I felt not sexy enough as a sort of encouragement. May you find it encouraging too!)
Damn girl,
You sexy minx.
You aren't the terror your mama said you were,
Instead you are some August angel.
Baby, you look so fine in high heels.
Your head's in the sky,
With the moon, and the stars.
Honey, you're the brightest thing up there.
Such a powerful vixen there never was.
Words on fire like your eyes,
Falling off lips that can't wait to be kissed.
Shake your head, hair rustling in the wind like a mane.
No one's gonna mess with you.
Look in the mirror, sweetheart.
There's all sorts of goodness to see. |