I’ve encountered a man who is slowly but surely becoming very special to me. Our conversations make me think. Sometimes they make me think too much. Soul searching is not always a good idea. Especially if you find something you don’t like. My problem is this–he’s too good for me. I don’t really deserve his friendship. If he were to discover this website he’d know in a second I was talking about him, but this website is not exactly his cup of tea.

I think our connection is more spiritual than physical. Hell, I know it is. At least for him. He makes me laugh, but more importantly, he makes me cry. There we go with that soul searching again. And my soul is better left untouched.

His words are dark and arousing, tempting to say the least. Not at all sexual. I should leave him alone and let him be. He’s not the kind of man you play games with. He’s real. He’s honest. Far removed from anything I could ever dish out. Too smart. Maybe too smart for his own good. It’s his intellect that pains him after all. Sometimes you shouldn’t think. Sometimes you should just do it. And keep doing it until something else feels better. But he’d never subscribe to such advice. Not him. Everything must have meaning.

There is a Vixen who lives in me. A vamp…a Seductress…a Temptress. Sometimes I feel like I’m in The Garden of Eden holding an apple in my hand. “Take a bite. It won’t hurt a bit.” When in truth, it would change everything. A man can lose his soul to a woman, but a woman simply moves on.

“I see you’re a man with ideals. I guess I’d better be going while you’ve still got them.” Mae West…the original Eve

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