Many years ago someone once said to me "you could not push her with a herd of elephants, but you can lead her with a thread ". (RIP Gram)
I have never forgotten that, in my mind it is always there. My actions at times may not have reflected such, but I am always aware.
In this world - "this" world, there are littles, and brats, submissives and dommes, switches . . . and . . . You get the point. Such diversity, but I believe all have things in common, simply by being "She".
She is happy for no reason, can be sad for the same - laugh like an angel or cry in shame.
She longs to be held, to be understood, She wants YOU to know whats for her own good.
She was gods greatest gift, as you go down in flames - You curse the heavens you cant forget her name.
She can breathe new life , or rob your soul - her heart can shine bright or be black as coal.
She is simple in her complexity - a spirit that longs to be free, like a dolphin in the ocean or a gull at the sea.
Demon in disguise or damsel in distress, She can make you ache in that little black dress.
She will leave tear stains on your pillow, you'll never forget, when she was hurting because you hadnt come home yet.
Hell hath no fury as a woman in scorn, She can make you regret the day you were born. (Thats pretty good 😏)
Magic and mystery throughout the ages, a star upon all of lifes stages.
She can be blonde, or a redhead, black or brunette - and they come in all sizes, let us not forget.
A truly sad place this world would be, without the many flavors of "she".
