skiming the darkness I waitsomething will surface it always doesdrawn to me from deep withinoccult larceny, stealing from my healthdraining me of my thoughtstaking my strengththe horde hunts its ownmagic undisturbed calls to mewith questions of should I?wield the...

dreaded notion, your thoughts slithering through my souldevoid of morality or carea cavernous emptiness floods my corereaping the monsters of your imaginationinjecting my feelings with doubtI’m a good person? rightno, I’m a good personyour fiends enter my thoughtsentertaining them...

he bathes my wanton senses saturating them with his intensity so addictive... so nourishing... it's become a part of me   he pins me to the weight of my convictions holding me accountable... to my own beliefs and needs asking little... and knowing he'll gain everything each time he spreads...

dirty, dirty communications going down south with my affectionsI'm a private lady who enjoys a good seductionkeep our secrets and my soul opens to yoursrising desire, mixed with your bravadotells me all I need to know about your...