The Puppet As Master

She told me that I was one of the most fascinating, attractive women that she had ever met.

She wanted to get to know me.

She got to know me very well, all the while reminding me that there were no strings attached.

She was in a free-spirited, exploratory phase of her life, she would explain--
​wanting to open new vistas and walk their length and breadth, and then move on.

She dazzled me with her glitz and charm, her warm laugh and touch;
I would vibrate at the point of impact.
Her sly, sexy whispers and her hot breath on my neck would send me to a place
from which ​I never wanted to return.

But I had to return—no strings attached.

And later, as I lay wounded in the cold vacuum of life without her, I sighed and cried for days.

But one morning, sooner than I thought it would be,
​I awoke feeling—better.

Perhaps because there had been no final, profound connection between us,
​because it was not part of her plan, I recovered rather quickly after that.

And before too long, I found myself smiling and free—no strings attached.

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