Confessions of a libra

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27.05.25

He wasn’t afraid of me or my feminine power, and that’s what made him delectable. I’ve always had an eye for the silent types, even the ones that wear an acceptable social mask. I’ve always been drawn to the shadows, to the depth. When someone finally sees beneath my own social niceties and pleasantries, I’m disarmed. Some men convinced themselves they could handle me without ever having meditated on the gravity of the decision. While others disqualified themselves simply because they thought I would want perfection. I’ve never wanted perfection. What I have craved is; presence, resonance and undeniable effort. I’ve never cared enough to judge a man for his height or his wallet. Only the substance of his character.

I noticed him before his mouth had the courage to speak. I felt him in the warmth and the check-ins. I watched him lead and felt the heaviness that he worked so hard to shield from view. When I was busy, I would catch him in the corner of my eye – watching him for signs of how he truly felt beneath the performance. He took on so much more than many men around him were capable. His devotion to his craft, was one of the first things I admired about him. He was beautiful sure, but my brain turned on at the mystery behind him. He was many contradictions wrapped into one. From the moment I met him, he took me through a rollercoaster of emotions as I tried to understand him from afar. I thought him to be like many of the people he represented in his tone and cadence. But I was wrong, and that was the delicious part.

He surprised me one day. He let me in at the most unexpected of times. I showed him my passion in earnest and in response I found eyes that listened. Part of me expected mocking or dismissal but I was met with reverence. I convinced myself I imagined it, but I couldn’t deny that I had heavily misjudged him. His emotional reveal told me in turn, that he knew I had underestimated him and he wanted to dare me to see him different. When you carry magic in your bones, life can demand your attention in other ways. Some times soul contracts need to be fulfilled and it can change the nature of gravity itself. But I have a long memory, and my body remembers his.

Now I have ascended and I feel the clearest I’ve ever felt. I’m resolved to let him see me for me. I cast a line and he caught it expertly. He’s taking me to dinner in a new part of town. I let him decide so I could focus on me. My skin was moisturised to the gods, scent oils with amber tones dabbed in all the sensitive areas. My temple has been adorned and attended to. I ride the tight rope between restraint and unravel. I remain the perfect picture of feminine grace. I go for a retro look because it brings out my inner kitten.

My door bell rings, he’s here. My heart sprints and I can’t believe I did it. I opened the door to my own desire in an unexpected place and it is paying off. I take a deep breath and open the door. He stands there, tall and gentle. He gives a wide boyish grin.

“I have come to collect you, my lady.” He says gesturing to his sleek car.

I walk out and stand by him at an angle. Feeling cheeky I upraise him with a smirk then tap my cheek. His grin widens and he leans down to give me a peck. My nipples tingle in response.

“Good man,” I praise in sultry tones.