your name is a murmur in the wind your name is a gust of wind your name in the wind in the eye of the hurricane the wind licks your name in my ears that swallow the murmur of your name blown by the wind that kisses your...

I am but a sorceress of the night,wielding rhyme within my write,as I pen another transcending poem,while I let my wicked heart roam. With just a flick and a whispered word—no need for broom or black cat stirred—I transmute silence...

(a submissive’s soliloquy) I am beauty in silver silence—metal bites my wrists and ankles,each click a reminderthat I long for. Gagged,not to silence me—but to reinforcethat begging is not my right.Only moans,muffled and soaked,can pass through this leather bloom. He watches—patient as...