Erotic Elegance

According to a survey done by Harris Interactive, 75% of respondents believe that elegance is an attitude learned. Over half see elegance fading and only three in ten individuals see themselves as elegant. The survey opened the door to a definition of elegance that does not equate to materialism, worth or intelligence but grace, poise and refinement. However, they didn’t consider the lure of erotic elegance and how every woman possesses it.

Elegance is the hallmark of an erotic woman, dressing like fine perfume, enticing others to turn their heads and look. Elegance is also a personal attitude of the woman who wears it. She does not need clothing to manufacture her style or jewels to shine upon her skin nor does she need accessories to cling clang together as a conspicuous art of noise. An elegant woman’s attitude is contained within the classy borders of her organic body. It is self-love with Audrey Hepburn timelessness: classic in beauty, strong with confidence and adored by those who watch her sashay down the street. Everyone wants to be like her but few manage it. As Christian Lacroix once said, “elegance is not to pass unnoticed but to get the very soul of what one is”.

The soul of an erotic woman is all about her desirability and elegance is how she chooses to display it. Each time I witness the glow in my husband’s eyes as he looks at me, my hair back in a bun so that my eyes resemble those of a cat or a geisha - depending on my mood, I wonder what keeps him so enticed by my presence. I was asked once why I only photograph the nude female and not males. A nude male doesn’t hold the same mystery as female. There is an unexplainable sensuality within the organic confines of a woman that even the sexiest of men do not possess. A feline’s sensuality could be part of her timeless lure: an hourglass shape that holds the secrets of time within its walls. Her shape whispers curiosity but her bashful eyes and long lashes hold a strong mix of flirtation, while a gentle laugh along with it stirs the intensity of interest. Erotic elegance bathes in a fragrance that covers a lover with a mist of her essence, empowering her stance upon those who feel weak in the knees and confused with schoolboy wonderment.

A woman’s desirability stems from the same tree of temptation that has cast her out her garden. While a woman’s sexuality may raise “blood pressure” it is her mysterious body, clothed in elegant skin that captures the peeking interest of the correct organ: the male brain. The female mind is the lingerie of her organic body. If a woman does not tease a man with her lingerie there is nothing for him to wonder about, nothing to look forward to and little to discover. And while some women choose to exploit their organic style and expose their natural elegance in the form of cheap seduction for guarantees of peeking interest, an erotic woman will expose only that which is needed to capture the curious male for the moment but plant the seed of desire for tomorrow.

When the geisha in me comes out my elegant attitude turns into an erotic dance of seduction for his senses, imprisoning the curiosity that clouds his ability to concentrate. Haha! What power an erotically elegant woman has upon the man with whom she is with. Thomas Moore, in The Soul of Sex, explained that the landscape of the body echoes themes in a person’s psychology. I agree, however, the body’s landscape merely echoes a visual interpretation of the soul within. Erotic elegance is the song that repeats within the eardrums of the listener, creating a hypnotic tune of the poetry written by the soul within the landscape. It is up to the woman to decide what kind of poetry she wishes to embed into the psyche of those who have been exposed to her elegant eroticism.

Erotic elegance is a personal style of storytelling. How much to you expose and when? How do you keep the lover enticed and interested? What do you whisper? What do you shout? How will the tale continue or will it end? Only the bearer of an erotic soul will know how to present herself.

“She is always new to you. She changes continually. Every minute she spends with you brings something wonderful and unexpected,” Francoise Sagan and Federico Fellini wrote in “Mirror of Venus”. So when I feel elegant in front of my husband, no make up and a bathrobe on, I expose a bit of my organic lingerie. “You’re so erotic,” he says. “I can’t imagine how you come up with that,” I reply. “There’s always something new to discover. As soon as I figure you out, you change,” he continues.

I smile, and then expose a little bit more. There is enough mystery within to capture the timeless essence of the hourglass, organic body that houses the eternal secrets of my elegant lingerie. But he’ll have to wait until tomorrow.

Namaste,
Tatiana von Tauber
www.vontauber.com