Goddess Heiress

The sun kisses my skin.
The flowers bend to watch and somewhere in the distance...your wallet whimpers.

You don't pay for me.
You pay

Bow down to the view you can’t afford…but will fund.
The sky kneels, the earth blushes, and your wallet?
Already screaming my name.
Who’s

You’re looking at leisure wrapped in lace.
Every inch of me says “she gets what she wants.”
And what I want… is your devotion in

Polished. Paid for. Perfect.
This is what divine femininity looks like when it’s fully funded.
If you’re staring, you should be