Someone on another forum inquired about the mystery woman in my first two chapters. This is not a definitive answer as there may be more to write but definitely a whisper from my muse for inspiration. Let me know what you feel.
She is my lust. She is that within me that responds to the female mystique. Often quiet for long periods but when active is known to be savage, almost brutal in her torture of me. She is desire incarnate. She is my eye that cannot help but seek her out. She is that ephemeral mainline energy that is part of what connects spirit to universe. She is undeniable, relentless, when aroused. She hides peeking at me from low cut dresses, the curve of an ass, the small fragile hairs on a neck. She rides the winds of scents that are unbearable in their demands of longing. She is a laugh, a cry, a moan. She sighs from shadows hidden in gestures. She is the sweep of fingers down a naked back. She is that traiterous temptress that wears many faces of women I know and many I don’t. She calls from many dimensions to answer my unfettered mind’s desires. She almost never shows her true face, instead leaving me to wonder if she was truly there. All I know for sure is that she is eternal and she is Holy, but as she reminds me with a blush, so was Lucifer and Lilith, as she stares at my hands, with a small pert bitten lip.