Occasionally

"‘I’ll hurt you if you misbehave. I want us to play games. You will play games with me, won’t you?’"

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been frightened of the dark, things that go bump in the night, faces at the window, black mirrors. That sort of thing. I write about them: dark, erotic, fantasies. Those of you...

Just a quick drip,a morsel more than tempting games, playingjust the tip.On sacchrine sheet, the viscous seep of love so sweet.Sweets continue with drips from passion's sinew; a delicately personalized view. On sacchrine satin, renewed, passion comes; moaning through indecipherable...

My Own Catharsis

"A travel through love, passion, pain and rebirth."

Lightnings in the dark. My eyes hurt for the tears I've spilled, But my soul is egging me on.Watch, it murmurs. Look.I see the clouds turning to a different shade. The fronds of the trees dance wildly with the windAnd...