Seeing is Believing

It's strong. I meet and greet the day and the beings along the way. Deprivation to infinity has been an understatement of the "relationship torture" I have endured especially the last nine years. I am smart now to the pitfalls, but it takes masterful training, from birth in mindfulness, meditation, and military to move in close and pull away at any moment to save my dignity, thus power in my community. I see you sit there. There is the reality of connection with me. I am in the lime light now because I have let the world see my pedigree. I am just a normal woman who enjoys a good Twins game, but possibly not a movie. I need to direct to make correct. My years are longer, and my heart is stronger. Never danger for you, they always come my way. It is never about jealousy. It is about servicing everyone's needs properly. I feel my weight problem very strongly every day, but it makes people act correctly for what I see. Desire in a flash being warmed by a bunsen burner. The liquid Nitrogen turns to crystal and you look at my eyes again. Your ability to make people leave is up your sleeve. You grab my hand. I stare and decide a moment of mixing is okay. "Can I just kiss your hand today?" I nod and you pleed telepathically for more. I am the conduit for your passion to keep it all below the many surfaces I must direct and protect. I know that any more is actual intercourse. I must pull out the war plans, as the general I am, and have you look where you are about to be. THIS is the Line Deputy. If he touches you, you will shatter like glass. Can you keep his war machine away, or are you just in it for play? You step away. I give you a hug and promise to invite you into my telepathic space later, where I am able to decide things more appropriately for the danger around me. The scars are there and you do care. Let us just be friend so that I can see you again. My office is always open at Table #4, Caribou at Peavy Plaza.