Her eyes held stories that no man would dare to read.
Chapter by chapter her pages dulled into the shade that rested between orange and green. What lied beneath her exterior was an endless web of love,
but you see, she was never taught love.
She yearned for the learning, a lesson she did not receive in her wonder years
so she spent them wandering, from man to man.
Hoping that one would stick...
She craved a teacher that didn't exist.
Ignorance cloned itself within her psyche.
Never was educated to be open minded so she opened her legs for the mindless.
Guilt slept heavily on her spirit during the day
but at night, she was a star.
Her revolution when darkness fell was uncanny.
In the dark, she could be whoever she wanted to be.
Lost within the shadows, she could be every man's fantasy. She loved the attention that only existed in the twilight zone,
getting in where she fit in, but only fit when his misses wasn't home.
Her wreckage wasn't out of spite but dammit, she deserved love too.
Adoration knotted with desperation,
there was no time to sort out who belongs to who.
Right now, in this moment, she belongs to him.
Knowing her time is limited, she climaxes with urgency.
Releasing all tension and transferring energy.
Their dyadic bodies lay side by side but their souls existed in two different dimensions.
She was fueled by the need for love while he was reveling in his sin.
Because when the sun rises and darkness fades, no one is who she will belong to.
So shine on, Night Star, because that's what stars do.