In response to an amusing and unexpected message from an ex's girlfriend. I left the ex in 2008.
BOO!
You should be scared.
I drip sex from every crevice.
I am a lightbeing
and Lord of the Flies.
Men come from miles around to smell sex oozing from my pores.
I have lived lifetimes as a priestess, goddess, and geisha.
I have lifetimes of experience with breaking up homes,
and I am always forgiven
by men who knew me in my foolish, dramatic youth
for time heals all wounds,
and wounds all heals.
I abide by my values in the face of society's,
and I know
who will win this war
on sexual liberation.
But for you, I will make an exception to my protest march.
I do not lie about my intentions,
though in your case there are none,
for I have both the man I love and the man who loves me,
neither being the man you think of in your every waking moment
(but you are right in not trusting a man who cannot be trusted).
You deserve each other equally.
"What goes around comes around."
"What you sow, so shall you reap."
And "all that jazz."
Who am I to step in the way
of the ice cream truck
of just rewards
a reward of the sin of jealousy,
a reward of coveting an unbridled woman?
Go in haste to the altar of a man
who believes himself to be the sun
and woe to your children's children.
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