he is stealthy as the night slipping through bedroom windows bare feet leaving faint impressions in the rug he likes to inch the covers down

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
he is stealthy as the night slipping through bedroom windows bare feet leaving faint impressions in the rug he likes to inch the covers down
She passed by the forgotten graveyard tossing some roses And the exorcised spirits there wondered. Was she a witch with potent portions? Would she magically
Why? I ask Yesterday’s insanity Was yet another nail in my coffin You have now become the demon lover a gilded cage my prison I
the demon lover a temptress of desire attractive tonight Painting by Donna Matthews The above poem is written in the form of senryu. Similar
he is stealthy as the night slipping through bedroom windows bare feet leaving faint impressions in the rug he likes to inch the covers down
my friends say that he’s different that there’s something about him that scares them they tell me to leave him tell me to run they’re
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing
She is a lover of demons Even, a seductress of demons What fools those demons can be Seeing a beautiful young woman With an interest
Sally was surprised when she was approached at her final weeks at the culinary academy by a tall, grey countenanced man with a clipped English