I Don’t Want To Be a Power Woman

Is that a gender type?

You never hear a man call himself a power man. I am a woman, period!

I want to spend my early mornings in my silk robe or pajamas, writing in my home office.

I want to work, but not hard, just smart

I want to spend my late afternoons and evenings making pasta from scratch.

I want to spend my Saturday mornings whipping milk into butter while my sourdough bakes.

I want my evenings to be full of appreciation, through foot and head rubs, wet kisses, and lust over my soft flesh.

I appreciate fresh flowers “just to say I think about you.”

I appreciate the door being held open for me.

I appreciate my hands being held while we walk down the street

I appreciate having my glass refilled for me

I appreciate being the place of solace

I appreciate my ability to bring forth life.

I appreciate the mystery my eyes carry

I appreciate the flexibility of my body

I appreciate the awareness that my movements command.

I appreciate the weight my silence holds

I appreciate the wisdom that comes from my counsel

I appreciate the direction my intuition brings.

I appreciate the havoc my mind can conceive

I appreciate the innovations my brain designs.

I appreciate that I am powerful because I am a woman.