To be an erotic being is to stand at the edge of the unknown – to feel the slow burn of life coursing through your veins, the pulse of creation and destruction echoing in every breath. It’s not the polished, performative seduction we’ve been taught to cultivate, but something far more primal, more dangerous, more liberating. It’s the fire behind your eyes, the voice in your bones, the quiet, relentless desire to create, destroy, and rise again.

To become your own muse is to stand naked in this power, to be both the artist and the canvas, the flame and the ash.

I didn’t expect that starting a lingerie brand would lead me here — into the raw terrain of my own psyche. I thought I was making beautiful things for the surface of the skin. But what I was really making, and what I now see more clearly, is a mirror for everything we hide beneath it. The softness. The wildness. The ache.


To live erotically is to live awake — not just in the bedroom, not just in lingerie. But in the creative fire that rises unbidden. In the chaos that undoes us. In the sharp knowing of our intuition. And still, most of us have learned to dull that fire. To shrink. To polish. To seek permission.

To lose touch with this wildness is to lose touch with your own deepest instincts – the whispers of intuition that guide you, protect you, and demand you live fully, fiercely alive.

What happens when you stop waiting for permission? When you stop seeking the muse outside of yourself — and become her?



This longing, to return to the body, to the source, to something real — is one I know intimately. It is not a marketing promise or a lifestyle upgrade. It is a spiritual unravelling. To feel again. To trust again. To let the body lead.



Through literature and the whispers of women’s stories across time, a thread began to emerge — and Sia appeared, holding space for this thread to unravel. She is the erotic alchemist/coach of The Wild Muse: Embodied Artistry Programme.

Sia didn’t give me steps or answers. She offered space — space to soften, to listen, to unearth the parts of me that had been buried under productivity, politeness, and performance.
“To awaken the erotic muse,” Sia shared with me, “is not to become someone new. It’s to return to the untamed intelligence of your own body — the part of you that never forgot.”


Under her guidance, I didn’t learn — I remembered. My relationship with the erotic shifted: it wasn’t about sex or seduction, but about aliveness itself. I stopped thinking I had to perform it for someone else. I stopped trying to switch it on. I realised I was already it. My world, my senses, my body — all of it, already alive and wise.

This is how Sia works:



Awakening Sensuality — We began by listening to the body. Not as a vessel, but as an oracle.
Through breathwork, movement, and pleasure practices, she helped me tap into a current of erotic energy I had buried.


Embodying the Muse — We untangled shame. We called in ancestral permission. 

Creative Liberation — From deep embodiment came wild, surprising creation. I wasn’t making for approval anymore. I was making from devotion.

What I’ve learned is this: the erotic muse is always present. Through presence, she creates. She howls. She disrupts. She brings fire. She asks for truth, not performance. She lives in the places we’ve been taught to fear — our power, our rage, our sensuality.




To awaken her is to move through the world with a feral grace, unapologetically alive.
If you’re reading this and thinking, 'I’ve never felt that' — know this: it isn’t gone. It’s only sleeping. Maybe no one ever told you that you’re allowed to want more. That your body is wise. That your longing is not a flaw, but a compass.


“To live erotically is to be fully awake, fully alive – a trembling, sacred act.”
– A Return to Eros

Sia continues to hold space for women ready to explore this deeper path. As part of our collaboration, she’s offering one Vivi Leigh reader a chance to receive a free 3-month private mentorship — an intimate container for your own creative reawakening.



But whether or not you enter, let this be your portal. A moment to remember that your sensual, untamed self is not lost. She’s waiting.