I have paid the price of letting God enter me. For I am, and will continue to be in this life, a human experience.

I am she of few thirsty wolves who have drunk of my juices. I am she with the womb that holds memories that root me to the earth, and of those other memories that arose from letting the dense and the dark into my world through sexuality. I always knew I was not the primitive desire of another, nor the triumph to be taken. I was always that Goddess playing a part for them. But now, I no longer play. I fall in love with my body, I am aroused by the scents of my skin, my fingers dance as they glide through the juices of my portal. I caress my lips and enter the labyrinth, willing to lose myself until I find sidereal space. I travel the world in silence, penetrating and letting myself be penetrated by a gaze, sniffing the essence of everything that crosses my path. Watching the pack from behind. Life will place me before the infinite; before the chosen one. I am not looking for you; I know you will arrive. For every Goddess, there are Gods worthy of partaking in our divinity. They are not everywhere. You choose who you want to let in.

Too much time in the monopoly. And now, not only do I know I can dance with them, but I can feel their fear of losing their great power and getting lost in the depths of my ocean. I am also afraid of leaving what is known and opening myself up to the unknown without holding back. I am also afraid that their incarnate skin will steal my flight with their words. I also fear that it isn't love, but a fear of walking alongside the greatest and most powerful without feeling small. I am also afraid of falling in love with wizards who won't bare their souls.

I see, I see the beauty, I see the light, but I need to see the darkness… Let me into your shadow, let me see your humanity and fall in love with it. That is the most important thing: magic without recipes…