There’s something about her, her aura and being, that enchanted the people she was seeing. Her mind and tongue, the way she talks, there was just something about this woman reeling in others with her thoughts. Only people who took the time to truly converse with her would get to know her shine, but once they did, it was over for them, enchanted and delighted by her beauty from within. Classy and funny, smart and sweet, astonishingly sexy and wild in her dreams. What did she do to them? Everyone wondered. And they all agreed it was the magic she pondered. The most special young woman, lived through too much, tender and full of wonder besides the strength she had.

Well now, let’s be honest, what captured them most, was the way her sheer eroticism matched their own. Her grace and sensuality blew them away, her sexuality was such a powerful turn on, they say. Because despite her young age and the few partners she had, oh she knew her way around people and pleasure and it drove them mad. She read people and their needs and desires, pushing all the right buttons and could only be admired. Like a delicate craft she operated this sin, only it felt way too good, it burned beautifully like fine gin. Too much will get you wasted and ruined, you knew that, but it was just too good to stop the delicious taste you got. And she gets drunk of these pleasures as well, that’s makes the burn even sweeter because what the hell?

Because wasn’t she everything you’d ever wanted in a woman? She could please you for life, that’s for certain. Someone who finds release in your pleasure and stimulates your mind, matches you in the bedroom and outside. Aren’t you lucky you had her for a while, were able to witness the magic and briefly walked with her for a mile? She deserves the world, that’s out of question, but can you give it to her? Or is it just possession? Of course you’d want her for yourself, fuck it, it feels she was made for you, just waiting on the shelf, until she was old enough to be born and find you twenty three years later. A soul touching yours, a possible mating.

She has her way around people, you’re not the first to be reeled in, you won’t be the last one who keeps fantasizing about her skin. Her mind, her intellect, her heart and soul. Not everyone deserves to be with her, for sure, but what about the souls who do? What about the magic, not possibly contained… She just started exploring, melting people with her hands, with her eyes and voice and twisted flames. She enjoys it, loves it, give her a chance. To explore and see what’s out in the world, especially if you couldn’t protect her from it. From the bad out there and within, made her cry tears of joy but also deep pain. Her magic and being roam wild and demand to be tested and tasted, what else do her powers can command? Everyone knows she’ll grow, into this wonder of a woman, never keeping it low. Loud and fantastic with everything in her heart she will live and continue to give others what she’s got, that’s just her nature and the love that she wears.

The tip of her finger can do more than you think. One touch and she’s got you, your body and mind. She knows how to work you and claim you, a smile on her lips, wicked and kind. You trust her immediately, why would you not? Someone working your sex and stealing your breath, hands, tongue, sex, shaping your body into someone who wants only her and her wholly, she ruined you already. Suddenly, you’re only hard for her. Cum for her and think of her, she lives in your brain. And there’s nothing to tame. The desire licks on your neck and down your spine, only one thought… “I want to make her mine.” The perfect woman for you, with all that she carries, but you can’t hold her forever because she needs more than merry. Safety, stability, be present all around, as much as she gives, she needs protected ground. She needs closeness and love, and someone to rely. She deserves only the best and no one who makes her cry.

But for now, she explored, maybe she was never meant to walk on concrete ground. On the most stable foundation no rumble or shatter could taunt. Maybe this need inside her chest was only the fear to fall away again. She has wings, she found, she can do however she likes. Perhaps she never wants to be somewhere for longer again and just go from what psychs her to the next thing that connects. Forever changing lives. Her loyalty already found worthy souls to align. Because her free spirit demands to fly, experience and touch the sky, explore the world and make her way. Maybe, she was never meant to stay.