I absolutely loathe and love days like these. I feel strangely empowered, magical, walking in a different dimension. And the dreams, wuhah! I woke up wet, panting, several times throughout the night... with blurry images of ecstasy and warmth and exposure trailing through my skin. Goosebumps.
So I wander through the corridors of this vast building with its thousands of souls, feeling as if I’m walking on... with the breeze that I feel now, more than ever – as if my senses have become enlightened. I almost feel like I could close my eyes and have my skin feel through the passageways, guide me, have the scents tease me and teach me their trails.
What you must think of this melodramatic creature I am. Desperately pacing through my sordid mind the one moment and completely oblivious of anything but my aura the next.
But I am not concerned with that today. I’m only concerned with letting my mind trespass onto forbidden territory, Eve in the garden, seeking the apple. Touching the apple, eyeing the apple and taking in its scent... its taunting ownness, pressing it against my lips to feel its slick, smooth skin against my own... my tongue reaching through parched lips to taste the delicate divine fragrance on its surface, and then... inevitably biting through its taut skin with care to find it’s hidden fluids - delve into its insides and release the sap, suckling on it... dripping nectar onto my hungry skin... and feeling it seep into me, becoming one with my body.
That is what Eve is doing today. Juicy Apples.