“Call me LeVar Burton because I’ll read the rainbow of a dike ho Putting it to her creamy cunt real slow-so let it snow-let it snow,              “Spreading sweet thighs with a strong but firm grip Now I’m a front-face witness...

They tell the tale of a cursed forest.Many walked in and never came back.The forest is dark,gloomy. And dogs warn and bark.The trees are tall and covered in leaves.Others not as much. And have dying leaves.They say,if you step in you...

softness feels the light  Gentle mist enfolds the heart  no colors, yet all 

Tonight, my guest writer, is Poetic Gawdess (P.G.) who has a flair for getting my attention, finding her a  mystery behind a veil of noir, composing.Question 1: Does the ink come to you, are do you go to the...