just what is it that draws me to you, that holds me prisoner incapable of breaking away, not even wanting to? true, thy beauty was immense, but yet, beauty was not the magnet, temptation even that immobilized me and has kept me dormant since. perhaps it was that hidden emotion, undetected until the exact moment of connection that continues to weld me to you in complete devotion. without doubt, you could pinpoint one's weakness, be it lust or greed and without humiliation or loss of conscious superiority take control by filling that need. Sex Goddess? no, you are much more substantive Goddess? yes, more like Artemis than Aphrodite you helped woman become more purposive. prodigious intelligence hidden behind a dumb facade a few moments of your seemingly inane chatter and people would follow your desires while viewing your wits with disregard. and yet there was a weakness that opened you to mortal destruction you need to dominated by the ghost of your father made you slave to abusive males and your demise was the result of their abduction. Was it Norma Jean that remained vulnerable, victim extraordinaire and held Marilyn mortal, subject to the whims of men or was your role as Goddess meant to lead you there? just what is it that draws me to you? perhaps it is that I feel the pain and frustration of your strength and your weakness, and the curse of the two. angel � 2-14-2000