after looking over my work from the past few years it occurred to me I need an outlet for my dark, erotic works... so here it is.
8 Jul 2009
Onto my bare white-chocolate skin A smear of honey sweat falls From the silky petal of your breast. Weak with lust I stare. Behold my sordid goddess; And me, worshipping your shadow.
I have always had a fascination with language and the written word but I am plagued by the question : can I call myself a writer if I can't find the right words? That's what I'm here to find out.