Zen…

You want me to be soft. To be safe.

To love you in a way that never unsettles you, never shakes you, never makes you wonder if I could ever walk away.

But here’s the truth—

I’ll always be a little dangerous. Even when I love you.

A Woman Like Me Does Not Love Like a Lamb.

Some women love in submission, in quiet devotion, in the kind of softness that makes a man feel like a god.

I am not one of those women.

I love in hunger.

I love in sharp edges.

I love like a storm—beautiful, thrilling, but never tame.

Even when I am yours, I am still my own.

You Will Never Fully Hold Me.

You will think you do.

In the way I melt for you.

In the way my body bends for you.

In the way I let you lead, let you take, let you claim.

And I do. I want to.

But make no mistake—

I let you, because it pleases me to do so.

That is my danger.

That is my edge.

You will never hold me out of weakness, only out of my choosing.

And you will feel it—every time I kiss you, every time I let you inside me—that I could take it away in an instant.

Love Me, But Never Try to Cage Me.

Because the moment you do, the moment you take my love for granted, the moment you assume I will always be here simply because I once said I would—

That is the moment you will feel the danger in me.

The part of me that could leave without looking back.

The part of me that still belongs to myself.

The part of me that will never be fully owned, no matter how deep my love runs.

And that is why you will love me more.

That is why you will stay hungry.

Because I am not the woman who makes you feel safe.

I am the woman who makes you feel alive.

Even when I love you.

Even when I am yours.

Even when I stay—

I will always be a little dangerous.