I always hate the bios. How am I supposed to tell you about me without sounding generic? How can I convey to you who I am and what I write in such a space? I hardly know myself. I like to write dark fantasy erotica. I read nearly anything.
He hides among the shadows, watching me.
My guard, a certain safety, keeping near.
In times of lonely nights, he’s like the sea. Complete, surrounding like a bubble clear.
I suffer, seeing this, he se...
As I lay,
among the lily spray,
new and fresh,
innocence at rest.
Yearning for knowledge I go
searching, learning. Floating through the fields,
flourishing as nature yields.