Someone is out there.

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I enjoy the thought of a scent, or sound, that might make me think a human doe is nosing around.  To obtain attention?  Attracted by some trick, trap, or just nature hereabouts?  Passing through, without an idea where she is?  Even an echo... echoes... from memory... her's or mine.  All I know is, I enjoy the moment, even if I can't quite tell who, or why.

It starts off a bit dark.  Not sure this goes with the others.  Oh, not... too terrible.  Mild enough for even the meekest among you.  Just... some... darker themes.  If I must admit to you, she is no where near as... devious? unknowable? dangerous? something...  She can't sneak up on you, if you know who she is and understand her nature and state.  Well, and self.  It isn't just the art of war, or love... both could be used.  It is that darklings do what... they do.  No choice.  Women more so, female anyway.  There are no surprises.

The others are just... wonderful whisperings, scents, sounds, which draw my attention.  I really do enjoy them, mostly.  I get the sense that I have been visited.  I enjoyed.  Offering thanks... and... musical oblations, the very ones gifted to myself, to my Lord, from whom all good things come.  Oh, I'll keep to my stupid chastity.  Actually, these make that so much more... profound.  Like a pain high, but from pleasure.