That which remains unspoken cannot be stopped.

Words not released, truths held between breaths;

Eyes meeting, watering, almost slipping, then caught.

I have come to know desire's tells.

More and more, I catch femininity's glance.

More and more, I sense lust's hints.

The drive of a woman, most miss.

But I am now among the few,

Who see it everywhere, feel it overwhelmingly.

Like quantum mechanics; that which is observed,

Takes its place for the silent eye.

Speak it and you lose it.

That's the secret, the simple truth:

Don't need to know, and you're wanted.

Just be present, attentive, patient, caring...

And eventually, the switch flips, especially...

When she, I, shouldn't, can't, mustn't.

This isn't to gloat at secret knowledge.

This is to hold myself accountable.

I know, now, my capabilities, here.

Which means, I am responsible for hearts.

The Masculine Beast - Clara exists to guide.

The woman within the man, protecting others.

Only frustration: the more aware I become?

The more I see their desires.

It's good youth blinded me to this.

But there's a benefit to knowing now.

The Masculine Shadow, his power seductively potent?

I can turn it inward, now.

Allow Clara to feel him run through her.

I can enjoy both parts of me.

I can lay here, and feel sated.

For no one's a better lover.

Than Clara with Beast - oh my god.

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