~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to graphic language, substance abuse, suicidal ideation and...

~ You're impossible sexy, you know that? Him {shower thought} The mere thought of him-- his body (on top of mine), his lips (pressed...

~ No boy will ever want to fuck me if I forget to put on makeup in the mornings lips red as Eve's forbidden fruit succulent enough to...

~ The countenance of her throne epitomizes the state of her soul, and this countenance I shall describe only to those who may tolerate...

~ Reaching out towards delicately rouged areola, his fingertips blush madly upon their first caress against the pink suppleness. He...