Temptress

The maze of the mind is a place where we meet our true self.

Looking back, I can’t say that the quality that made it a maze wasn’t that I didn’t know how to get through it {should I turn left or right}, but rather how to navigate all of the ares of the subconscious that live there.

The little boy I used to be.

Loved ones now gone.

The reflection staring and reminding me of the pain I brought to others ~ or that others brought me.

The time I will never get back.

Successfully making it out the other side is therapeutic. A reminder that I can still breathe.

Time stops in the sense of connectedness you feel with all of your being.

{stop and rest while it lasts}

Because as sure as this experience takes its place in lessons learned, a new potential for reflection will surface.

That is when I saw her.

Her appearance was exquisite and sensual. A youthful quality that time hasn’t penetrated. Yet, her eyes told me that she has seen it all.

I use to fear the shadows, but something about her aura told me that she tells the shadows what to do.

I have learned how to overcome the demons from my past.

Something in the way she moves in my direction is inviting me to open myself to even more demons.

Demons of delight, lust, and passion.

I can feel that she knows me ~ what I need ~ what I want ~ desire.

Maybe she holds the key, to unlock these chains in my soul. She who rules my demons.

She is my temptress.

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