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...

  I rise from ashes of taboo and sting,a coiled whisper beneath everything—my silence cuts, but my silence heals,a blade that knows how Death feels. I burn with secrets I never share,smolder beneath a scorpion stare;each line I pen, a venomous...

Seems I dwell in between realmswhere each fleeting moment overwhelmsall that I once knew—beyond excuses or "just because" too. For there's a purpose I now sense,dismissing doubt and all pretense—a meaning woven in my days,a quiet compass in this haze. Wisdom...