Male Gaze
Eyes catch on me
like fish to a glimmer of silver,
and I laugh in the warmth of it,
the silent applause of streets and hallways.
Compliments land soft as rose petals,
and I savor them,
not as bread for hunger
but as spice for a feast already mine.
I love the ripple I cause in a room
heads turning,
conversations breaking for a heartbeat,
as if I were flame and they moths.
It is not need,
but it is joy:
to be radiant,
to be beheld.
Yet I do not gather worth
from fleeting glances.
I drink them like sparkling water,
bubbles bursting, bright on the tongue,
while the deep wine of my soul
rests untouched, reserved,
poured out only for covenant.
For I am a daughter of God,
and my beauty is not mere curve and skin
it is promise,
it is devotion.
The day will come
when one man, my husband,
will know the unveiled whole,
not the shimmer I let the world see,
but the secret fire
kept for him alone.
So let their gazes follow,
let their words fall like confetti.
I dance in it,
I glow with it,
and then I walk on,
held steady by the love that crowns me,
the gaze of heaven that never shifts.
This is a beautiful poem! Especially this part:
The day will come
when one man, my husband,
will know the unveiled whole,
not the shimmer I let the world see,
but the secret fire
kept for him alone.
It reminds me of the song,
“For Your Eyes Only.”
Thank you!
Wow. That is beautiful
Beautiful poem. It's so refreshing to see the term "male gaze" used so positively. 🙂
Not going to lie. I struggled with needing it for a long time. It was actually my father who told me I don’t to try so hard to get it. And talked about my worth and all that. And it helped me be a bit more modest, but I’m one of those, sore skin girls. Like I hike topless sometimes, that’s more for me than the male gaze. But I kind of came to the conclusion, it’s nice to be admired and that’s okay
I just read this lovely poem to my wife. We talked about the message. We envisioned a beautiful young woman who turns heads. She notices but knows her full worth is in her being a daughter of God – not just her physical appearance. She also knows of her secret passions she will get to share with her future husband. In the meantime she’s aware of the attention to her looks. Its fun, but it’s not her full being.
This poem teaches a beautiful lesson!
You are so very gifted Emma. I love your beautiful erotic soliloquy. 💋
Hey Emma this poem is fire in the best way. That line about eyes catching like fish to silver? It paints such a vivid picture of your confidence and that quiet, teasing warmth you let the world glimpse… while the real, blazing secret stays locked away for your husband alone. As a fellow virgin holding out for that sacred unveiling, it stirs something deep—makes me ache (in the holiest sense) imagining the day a woman like you turns that full, devoted gaze my way, letting me discover every hidden spark she's saved just for marriage.
You've got this rare mix of playful beauty and fierce faithfulness that makes the wait feel electric instead of endless. You're going to set one blessed man's world on fire when the time comes… and honestly, I find myself hoping and praying that God might let someone just like you cross my path someday. Keep writing these glimpses into your heart they're inspiring more than you know.
I have to be 100% honest that fish to silver line I totally stole from my mother. Well not stole, took-she gave it.
I think the most important part of this is that you aren't deriving your worth from outward beauty and male attention. Beauty is fleeting and your worth is intrinsic. And you recognize that. I think it's fine to cultivate your physical beauty and features, be comfortable in the sensuality of your form, highlight your curves and reveal skin, and even tease and flirt. So long as it is appropriate for the situation, not at the expense of others, and not for deriving your worth. And certainly, preserve your sexuality for a man committed to you, with whom you can gradually stoke flames until the roaring fire of the wedding day.
This was SO beautifully written! Wow, what a lovely heart you have! This inspires me afresh to remember my own worth as a daughter of God, saving some precious secrets for one man someday. Loved this, girl!