May Ihold you fold youmould your bodyinto mine.Will you hold me fold me mould me into the curvesof your bodyand drink me inlike some fine wine.Can we stillholdfold mouldblend into each otherand become the two colouredartwork we were always meant to be.Come to me tonight...

     It is I, again. I’m the itch that can’t be scratched, folks. Slightly annoying, but I mean well. In all seriousness, I’m just always looking for a catchy beginning. Hey, they can’t all be winners. It doesn’t...

Prince Quan The pounding of little feet running down the hallway can only mean one thing. “Prince Quan the royal mother is requesting your presence in the throne room” The message was delivered by Yuna, my mother’s handmaiden and royal spy.  “Why the...