Rareness in motion

I have a beautiful life, and I don’t take a moment of it for granted.

Not the light in the morning. Not the quiet before I get ready. Not the rooms I walk into, or the way they change when I do. Even the loudest room falls to a whisper, and I have never once had to raise my voice for it.

What I love most are the intentional moments. The ones that were chosen, not stumbled into. A dinner planned with care. A conversation that goes somewhere neither of us expected. An evening where no one is checking the time.

Why I’m rare

Rare isn’t something I say about myself. It’s what happens when you are careful with where your time goes.

Mine is spent with the ones who truly spark something in me. Not only in the obvious way, though that matters, but in the mind. Wit. Curiosity. A man who can hold a conversation as well as he holds a door. Desire gets my attention. Intellect is what keeps it.

When the spark is there, I give the moment everything: my focus, my warmth, my feminine energy, all of it. You should leave feeling seen, and never rushed.

What I expect

Gifts and admiration are expected, but never required. There’s a difference, and the right man already knows it. Generosity isn’t a price. It’s a language, and I happen to be fluent.

Close to the sun

I’ll be honest with you. A man who comes close to the sun should expect a little burn.

It’s a warm one. Magnetic, a touch of passion, a little mystery that stays with you long after the evening ends. It is unlike anything you have experienced before, and that is exactly the point.

That’s rareness in motion.

— Deja