Thought very least to be nominated among all the sexy Chicks.
Sporty Chick, confidence magnified.
But sexy? Me, sexy?
That night tremendous pressure was laid upon me to re-instate the sexiness of femininity. Upon arrival, panic-struck as I was not groomed to glide on the velvety red carpet let alone to strike a killer pose. Shyly, I stepped in. Alien-faces smiled, hailed. I promptly returned the same, only seconds later recognizing them. They transformed at the Red Carpet!
And yes, it's me, in the limelight, exultantly yet timidly I held the trophy high in my heart.
But when million stroboscopic flashes from paparazzi eventaully faded away, trillion questions arose.
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| My SEXY Trophy |
Does sexiness always mean erotically arousing? I hope NOT, as I had a dekko at the trophy.
What makes a woman sexy, one wearing a décolleté dress with blossomed cleavage, perhaps a micro-skirt with stilettos, or a bikinied woman with full-blown boobs and well-toned tush? Perhaps all. But with my “flirtatious” barebacked dress, that’s sexy too.
Is a sexy goddess irrefutable beautiful as well? NO! Pamela Anderson! But the mistress of seduction is both sexy and beautiful. Angelina Jolie!
What power does a sexy woman has upon a man? To paralyze! To impair! To slaughter! Very destructive indeed! Legend says, such is a man’s kryptonite.
Still countless questions clouded my mind. But I decided to ponder no further, as each person has own self panoramic view of sexiness. Just plainly for me, my desire is to be sexily charming to the one who matters, yet modestly attractive to all who crossed my path. All in all, may my euphoric sexy cocktail is more than an evanescent sensation.
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| With Erik Mossakowski |
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