Ah, the silvery grays of lust in our moonlight. My hand sliding down your milky skinmakes your breath steam from your lips. The night is chill, and we must mold our bodiesto be one island in a dark, frigid...

As I write here, I am sitting outside and the weather is beautiful.   As I imagine shapes of words I choose those that are poetic and meaningful to the topic. Another episode today, and another humiliation! I cannot go on like this…   So, I write...

in the mediocre light I find myselfnothing stellar to speak ofdarkness gloom, I desire something specialto entertain divinitywithout losing my mind to the abysswhere oft times I wandermy soul adrifttouching on the etherealmy visions mine to keeppassion plays and...

Moonlit screams as they ripple the air from the grave of a girl. Moonlit corpse as she appears through a blanket of mist.   Moonlit ghost as in life, she’s lost, angry, whispers secrets.   Candlelit giggles as she’s in the flesh her glinting emerald eyes....