Seduction

I have been trained in the art of seduction. A truly beautify art. One that has kept me well protected, for once one engages in the art, it isn't completely (or sometimes at all) about love, it isn't about the heart, it becomes a test to see how quickly and skillfully I can gain control without the other knowing, how well can I read the person and find exactly what that person needs to be pleased by the flesh.

A seductress is never as naked as when that wall has been taken down. And never more confused when that art is then called upon, whether verbally or not. What others find intimate is not what the seductress finds intimate. For a seductress it is the kind eyes, the kind words, the soft hand hold that is true intimacy. Yet the world is sad when she finds someone who is the mirror of she, who gives freely of the kindness and who intimacy is seduction.

I am eager to find the soul that it no longer is about the art, and instead it is about the magic of two people together in love and utterly in the moment of passion.