So often our whispers trail alongside wind As though passion's sprouted pair of wings If only you'd care to listen So often our laughter echoes through walls You can picture our moments fluttering by If only you'd care to listen Be them tales of fervor or be tales of brawl You can bet these walls … Continue reading Cubicle


Night curled round as silken sheets as the wind blew forth fervid breath I lay restless drowned deep in muse reveling as her beauty sweet engulfs Her kiss soothed not, nor calms pith felt as though sky and sea both split I gasped as her mouth dripping with blood caressed her cheekbones wan! "Fool art … Continue reading Succubus