Riding in with her armour attached; she comes mostly at night.
I was strutting in the illumination of the city of lights with the thrill appeal of being in this grandiose city. I felt incredibly invincible in this city, where I knew a few things. The facts of knowing excited me. The secrecy of the new supply of adventure and sex fueled my game of Cat and Mouse. The curiosity was killing me. One week had passed since our first meeting in my city; comparably small to his city. In his city I could strut like a Queen Feline. Leo women tend to have a fierce existence: “... Leos can never hide when they like or are smitten by someone….she is forward and she is confident…” Even with my petite stature of 4’11, I pack a lot of heat.
An early morning rise before my dreamy eyelids fully opens. I am aroused; while in the mist, my mind drifts. I am in a space of confusion because deeply, I want love and lust to be in alliance. A toxic shame overwhelms me for the righteous mind wants to act different; yet I am in overload of sexual wants. The irony is the dew that’s upon the creases of my yoni. mI lie still and his name is echoing in my head. I try whole-heartedly, to redirect my thought pattern. I call out to the Father in repetition for an awaken through prayer for guidance of the day. Questioning, my own salvation and sense of sexuality, “who can save a sinner like me?” I have identified with many roles: the wolf, the sheep and the Jezebel in my personal stories. Yet, I have to be honest to myself; I can not identify the protagonist in the story of my torrid affairs.
The nights are cold like the red star in the planet's sphere.