STORY OF A WOMAN

Let me tell you a story of a life of a woman, a seductress, a Christian, a daughter, a lover and Me, all one. A life lived to the standards of all that is good and pure, and at the same time selfishly satisfies the body for her own happiness. A happiness that reaps sorrow and disappointments to others. She lives not for herself but also for the world. I am not talking about happiness of a moment or a point in time, but total tranquility that rewards with elation in success, fame, family, sex and above all LOVE. That which she so relentlessly seeks after, but only find through selfish and selfless acts of faith and determination, All in the name of finding love and total happiness. One which does not exist, not in this life at least, maybe in dreams and fantasies where I want to forever live. I have total control over my domain. But enough of me, this is a story of a woman who loves and seeks love. It surrounds her daily and showers her with magnitude of gifts and honors. This is a girl who speaks and it becomes gospel, who walks and leaves a path to be followed, who never takes advantage of ones strengths and weaknesses, instead she explores their capabilities and potential to benefit herself with a lack of respect or consideration of their emotions and feelings. She reminds me of myself. Her soul mirrors my image.

Back to the point of love. A world she creates and makes true by her own endeavors. She is loved but yearns to love another. A soul that is so pure that even love awaits her approval and acceptance. Her beauty so radiant that it casts down all foothold that stands against her. She is wanted and hunted that she needs not to search for her prince of perfection for princes awaits her embrace. But wait this is a story not of love rewarded but of love stolen and cherished. A girl who walks on a platform laden for her by lovers and admirers and yet she feathers herself with the unattainable, men who are untouchable by bonds of love for another. To think that she would be equip with the consideration and respect for both women alike, but challenges herself to acquire Love through sex. A borrowed love until he becomes hers to keep. Purity is only what the mind conceives, for she is an angel of her own charms manifested in the sinister all manhood. Why should she deprive herself of the possibility of receiving a life time of happiness at the expense of another? That significant other will move on to her truer happiness.

I seek to tell you how she fought with fate to grant her this myriad of bliss that she seeks for, in a man she’s come to adore and love in the true meaning of the word. One who’s body is a masterpiece, his mind a maize filled with knowledge, his soul so humble and meek, hands soft and prosperous, lips so promising that it makes her melt from each sensational contact and a heart that is only a small part for her. His heart belong to another. Yet he resuscitate her compassion. He seems so perfect, but is someone else’s perfection. I stand on a platform paved with morals and dedication, yet I feed on a lifetime of guilt so much as my character so do. A woman she’s called, for in her is created all emotions of the human character, she laughs, she cries, she hurts and she loves. The SHE God created from the HE. Woman, who inhibits all that a man has and all he has not. And he who lacks shall find the she to compensate. So as to be titled soul mates. To be continued…