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...

If there is a wayto process the enormityof what has transpired—let it reveal itself.Its hugeness threatens to crush me;too visceral to explain,too painful to share,and it is not going to go away.They say that you can eat the proverbial...

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...