I hear you crave a companion to match your pierced belly a tiger, perhaps, crouching, ready to leap and pounce upon an unwanted intruder or a snake, slithering, hissing, waiting to snare and swallow whole an unsuspecting lover a delicious if unwholesome meal, sated, anticipating its next interlude, savoring every ounce. Or would you a minotaur prefer to whom to sacrifice your share of fiercesome warriors, willing to die to protect your honor, to defer the pure pleasure of your flesh to plunder virgin treasure in the hereafter Or could a clown be in the cards laughter and tears burrowing into a naked shoulder winking at a passing stranger pancake makeup sloughing off, red and white hues merging into pink. Or is there some other harbinger of danger, some occult thrill, some other place where all but you fear to go ahh, but who will ever show or see that other face you don’t want the world to know? Or this: a rose, sweet of scent, delicate, prickly, ineffable, eternal.Birth sign: Capricorn
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