Who am I?

As I've become older in life I've realized that the outward appearanceI once enjoyed in my youth has faded away for the most part, but the inner beauty and love my soul projects every day, are the best qualities I possess to be shared with someone who can truly appreciate what I'll bring to their life one day.

Though I consider myself to be a TS, In my present state of life I'm more of a CD. I'm hopeful to find someone who won't play with me, who truly desires to get to know my feminine soul and nature, and who wants me to be in their life as much as I'd love to be in theirs. I often feel it's too late in life for me to even consider this possibility could manifest itself before my eyes, but hope keeps me going.

My soul is a complex, classy, sophisticated, elegant lady who writes poetry, and I have a tendancy to speak with a poetic prose which can capture the heart of anyone without my direct intention to do so. I'm just being who I am, and displaying my loving nature openly for everyone to see.

I like to get to know people through mature, sophisticated conversations which will provide me with a good look into the very essence of their soul. I'm a serious-minded lady who likes to interject humor into my conversations because I do love to put a smile on the face of the person I'm speaking with.

I'm easy to talk to, I don't judge anyone, and perhaps talking with me will help someone else be a bit less lonely when they're feeling like they have no friends to confide in.

I wrote a poem recently, and would like to share it with everyone here openly. The inspiration for this poem came from a feeling of hopelessness about my future.

" Emotional Darkness"

I sit in the corner of my dungeon cell, body shaking as a bitter frigid wind turns vapor to frost upon my floor, my teeth chatter violently as I grasp for my tattered cloak, wrapping it about my shoulders to ensnair what little life remains within my sinking soul.

My love yet unseen remains shrouded in darkness, the key to my loving heart dangling upon a crusty chain about their neck, forever condemning me to bitter sadness within my misery till this torch of happiness upon my wall is lit by the  flame of loving contentment.

These tears raking over my cheeks, visual representations of my anguish fall upon a dusty floor, awaiting that moment of bliss, when my loving heart is unlocked bbathe one who owns it.

N.L.B.

23 October 2025