She’s a Sag

She’s the blaze of sensual iniquity, the hunter and the prey, the fury of her ways…She’s the velvety layer of unexposed vulnerability, seductive to the thrash of insecurities, she’s the warmth, a Sag, a woman in her own class…Her spirit burns in rose water, unstoppable fire with an arrow that only moves forward…The Sagittarius is ME…