In the waking hours eyes still shut half mind lost half mind present  that's the time they arrive there's an opening that must be exploited  the goblins enter,with weird memories and imaginations sowing salt on fertile ground  I could lie there all day in this strange middle earth contemplating disaster but...

Warm flesh Rapid pulse Unmoistened lips Nerves firing urging to touch. “Do you want this?” Questioned asked. Pupils dilated. Nipples pebbled. “Yes” Strong soft skin, silk to the touch A path created by the God’s to Follow Drawn closer. Whispered touch. Questionable girth “Claim it for tonight.” Soft hands squeezing tight Glistening promises escapes East to...

Some days are crying daysor I want to die daysOther daysare grateful days or I'm glad to be alive daysNo day is certain No day is permanent  

sleepy understanding my thoughts dreamseductive touch undercoversadness bane it's the witch in me that reaches youoccult beauty awkward in my approachattracted damnation you're unsure why I'm sexytender need it's our souls, of coursetalking to each other in the deep...