Many thought their manhood held superior attributes, and erroneously projected those notions into the air they breathed. She felt them coming to her womb after sex and time had passed. Her essence was trained. Her mind was disciplined thanks to her father. Her beauty was layered within the context of power and beauty being what it was had knowledge as much as existence has knowing. Penetrated by the seeds of men who loved her She lived upon the knowing of how things worked together conspiring to be wisdom or folly. It was a dangerous life she lived taking chances being vulnerable, and endearing at the same time, but the need to be held and loved understood the risk factors negotiating with the souls of men not fully developed in the realms of power She was.
Did it make sense, she asked her Medicine, to take such risk?
Yes, came an answer.
But the pain of mistakes...
Yes. They are teachers.
by Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Dawn Wolf)
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