she

she.

she always thought the way to a guys heart was through his pants. she was wrong. she wanted to be loved. cared for, but it was always a trade. a clean cut trade. she would please him sexually, and then hope he loved her. she never realised how incredible sex could be when it was done just for the purpose of enjoying someones body, for pleasing them just to please them, and not to please her. not for winnings someones heart, but enjoying the fact that two people really like each other, find each other incredibly attractive and want each other with pure passion. she met him. but he's not important. its all about her. she is an angel. she finds something she hasn't had before. she is enticed. she resists temptation. temptation follows her. tempting her in a way she's never been tempted. the temptations fake, but the motive is so real. the motive is temptation. she resists, and the more she resists, the more the temptation reduces. she's winning. her morals have come to her rescue. she realises that she can actively resist temptation. and that scares her. how exciting is life without temptation. now she craves temptation. she wants to be tempted. she wants to feel that feeling when temptation overpowers you, and the unbridled joy of giving in to it. she does. its ecstacy like she's never felt before. she's right. she has never felt it before. she is chosen. not by temptation, not by god, but by her own self to play this part in a theatre play, where she can look back in her life, and see the different acts, the different characters she has had to adopt, the different lessons her characters have learned. she's done her job. her work on this planet is over. she can glide away now. no motives. no plans. no resentments. no memories. no existance. and everybody loves her. only the lucky one gets her. say hello to Mr. Lucky.