Guardian Angel

A female presence: That's coming through
Someone that you knew who has now passed on;
She says she didn't treat you well, passed you up;
When your physical vehicle not 'hot'
She knows that affected you; and she's sorry,
And she was shown this in her life review,
Or rather she felt the pain she put on you
Physical is just flesh not your essence,
She wishes on Earth she had looked deeper.
You don't have to feel bad about yourself:
Her duty now, is to watch and help you,
Nor will she see other virgins go starved.
She is your sexual Guardian Angel; yes,
And she wants to help you score in the bars.

She also says: Keep your integrity
You are a fine soul even how you look;
She's put messages in minds, of casting calls;
For niche market porn you could excel there
Shame society today; so fake and shallow,
And we are brainwashed to the ideal,
Or what the media says is 'cool' now
Not sure when she plans to come back to Earth,
But when so, she will take a broken flesh.
When she comes back to learn on her Free Will:
In the meantime, she resumes presenting,
Opportunities for you to meet chicks.
In the next plane; she studies repressed emotions,
Spends lots of time in the Hall of Records.

It is her: Who appears to you in dreams
Was for real, nocturnal emission;
She gives you pleasure, from her realm in your sleep;
When you wake sweating at three it is her
Your sheets are soiled; and sometimes she's still there,
And when you smell her scent in your bedroom,
Or the wee hours the best time for this
The woman asking you for directions,
Orchestrated by her, that was one chance.
Just in dream state easier to appear:
A direct line, to give you your pleasure,
Nor has she not helped your friend in this realm.
Don't get discouraged; it's society that's broke,
And she is gone back over to her realm.