I am the clean white sheetbeneath you  awaiting the deep dip  of your deft quill    Longing for the spill  of your sensual ink  feeling it wet  upon my virgin skin     Words are caresses  as my body confesses  with...

I am your poem  that place where you roam  when you spread me  out on the table  Warm me with your hands  smoothen me  with a tender press  that makes me confess   While you read my words  read my...

So how do you seethe real poeting mefeathery quill in handpallid parchment belowFully bared in pure lightas I sit down to writelavender sweet taperflits and flittersDraped in shimmering flowof long blonde hairas I conjure up some flairfor these spilt...

LucidI dirty talk    As my fingers stalk    Allow me to take a slow walk    Inside of your succulent sub-conscious mind    Feel me grope you from behind    As I feed you these hedonistic whispers  ...

In the hush before the gasp—cold metal kisses clasp my wrists,wrists bound in silvery cruel grace,each click a vow, each notch a tryst. Blindfold draped in velvet black,the world recedes without a sound.I feel warmth linger near my lips—a phantom...