“He’s a little wild don’t you think?” My subconscious sneers at me, speaking rubbish.
I sneer back, my eyes still full of him. "Luscious…to me he spells out the word LUST."
“LUST? You don’t need that in your head!” Her nose rises with the pucker of her lips.
"I’ll bed him and then walk away with a smile."
“Right,” she quips, “just like all the rest.”
"They were different. Besides there weren’t that many; only ten or so…but maybe more." My lips slip, remembering the pain...the look in their eyes.
“You SLUT, wearing your heart on your sleeve, thinking that to bed him is your best asset, when any woman can do the same.”
I lift the corner of my mouth. "What would you suggest? Shall I bake him a cake? Should I show him my etchings? I laugh out loud because I have stumped her and she has no answer."
“No, but you could show him a small piece of yourself. You could allow a small part of the real you to peek out. It won’t kill you, you know.”
My subconscious shakes her head and disappears, while for the first time I ponder her words.
I turn to leave as LUST looks me over and I tilt my head toward him. “Maybe next time cutie. Today I’m out to find love…as if it exists at all.”
LUST grins. “Of course it does but you must open the door to find it.”
I fall over my own feet, quick walking toward him while his aura switches between red and gold… and I whisper to myself, “If I’m wrong, I’ll tell her the devil made me do it.”