She needed to be alone so she went outside into her car. It was a force of gravity, pulling her into the desires of her heart. As a girl, it’s something I understand myself and I’ve been there before. Lying in bed last night, the owl whispered into my ear a subtle suggestion, and I felt turned on a in way I’ve never experienced before. She thought about it all day today while at work.
No man can possess such intuition, for that’s something reserved inside the realm of a woman. In Ancient Greek mythology, these intuitive women were known as oracles. They had stunning beauty and were untouched by men, but the people in the cities began to worship them as goddesses and their divine insights into the unknown were overlooked because of it. Then God saw fit to place these delicate virgins into the bodies of men.
Reminiscing over the glory days, she longed for a body to match her nature. It caused her much agony and she suffered greatly, but then an owl told her there was another way. She spoke of a sacred love that existed, unscathed by the world around us. It’s an essence that knows no boundaries and has no masks. Its energies manifest outside the confines of human deceit and deception, like crystal reflecting beneath the purity of starlight.
She understood the rarity of such a gift, and she chose to call it hidden beauty. It exists, but you can’t see it, taste it or touch it until the moment is ripe. It’s a seed planted into the richest soils that no men can find, and when the heavens open, the garden is watered by pouring skies. When it’s the time of the season, she will blossom like a beautiful blue flower in an open meadow.
Even in the darkest of shadows, her glow will be seen by many. They won’t be able to quite put a finger on it, but they’ll notice something different about her. She’ll float around; a butterfly among dreary moths and a back-lit canopy with holes punched in it.
Be still, and only breathe
Don’t speak, just listen well
Always be alert, but not alarmed
Listen to the sound of silence
Answer with the crack of thunder
Don’t let the dawn break you
Live life and let it take you
Her beauty is a compelling mystery
Her face, a soft and dark beauty
Her eyes mesmerize and hypnotize me
She was my drive, I made her thrive
Her lips are so soft, so sweet, so lustful
Her body dances in my mind, she haunts me
Her black and soft hair lingers like toxic air
Her evil deadly mist, my weak broken first
She cuts deep into me with her blade
She can see through me like glass
She pulls my strings for I’m her puppet
She pushes my button, she’s my controller
I exalted her, she belittled me
I applauded her, she defiled me
I elevated her, she degraded me
I held her up, she pushed me down
Her awesome thunder, my great plunder
She remains to me, a remarkable wonder
Her wake, a nightmare that made me a mess
She deceived me like the devil wearing a dress