I open for no one.I choose.But when I want you,when the ache coils low and deep,I am the mouth that swallows your name.Between my thighs is no mysteryjust hunger,wet and waiting in the velvet bloomyou tremble to taste.Call it...

When our cold moment begins... You lament about unspoken secrets. My lips meet yours and there's no warmth.   When our cold moment heightens... We are both intimate and distant.  You're neither here nor there.   When our cold moment climaxes... Your heavy breath frigid as we share...

touch me in the darklet me feel you masculinedesire grinds against meand I respond with my needoccult visions of us assail my resolvetittilate my sexit's the depraved part of you I cravedown in my soullust builds and I weepit...

exalting your presence I breathe into youa deep sigh escapes mea fascination an obsession is my desire for youdo I dare confess?secret sin my covetess wantloosing myself on the winds of fatewhispering an enchantment so you will feel mesacred...

You bloom at dusk...  just as the dead should. Your wilted scent  and bittersweet aroma... an echo of what was ours... nostalgia of what was lost.   A hauntingly beautiful scent, indeed! Then these stormy mornings  bring gentle mournings... when your grace has decayed! Your wilted petals now  blush in love...