subtle sin, blushing slightlya hint of the trouble I amMy scent lingers in the airsex mixed with lavendera heady aphrodisiac tantalizing your sensesIt angers you, and you respondWith strong words, you curse my femininity I’m too soft until I’m notgentle dreamer...

Chantress Diviner of dragons Who feels wyverns move through earth Weave deeply of the dream spring vision Rich hymns to Gaia, mother primordial Sing in sacred grove circled Drawing power from the ancient First born of earth Holly and oak The deep scented firs Sing the sighing of wind...

World – Peels away, layer by layer Just so we can know, that – Which is there. Never-ever despair, even as you enter the diffusion - in the confrontation of the illusion of: The tether. Where it is deeper and darker and seems like...

darkness swirls around me peeking at my soulit is with great trepidation I listen to it growlsinister stirrings are alluringseeking my honesty so delicious to consumeRebellious need paints me a villainno harlot, naya poet of chance, insteadwithin the winds...