Not lost 

I let the atomies in his sunlit eyes  Dance on my skin like starlit skies  As they droop to meet the aura I exude  My soul elicits Jim like a musical prelude  Inching like an inchworm in soil  His fingers grip my palms in a coil Kissing alive tender spots on the surface  Like embers … More Not lost 

Bondage 

He draws on her flesh  With colours of the candle  Molten wax to tie her down And whispers soft  In a foreign tongue  Slithering ‘cross her gown  Her eyes-amazed  At his pagan sight  Heave and sigh in parts  He paints her body  With wild strokes Red ribbons and heaving hearts The candle’s flame flickers to … More Bondage 

Our reality.

Dear diary, When I was younger, I was taught that deception came in the form of lecherous men offering chocolates. Took me a while to realise that it can also be the pretty aunts in the family who ask you to get involved with other men.  I don’t see how the world,so easily,moulds us into … More Our reality.