There she stood,showering in the embers of deceit,tinted orangewith violent reds.A magnificent displayof benevolenttransgression.The decaying tidings ..
Dreams are my inspirationand also my last escape.A mirage of limitless imagination.The solitary scenery thus farthriving unto a barren wasteland andma..
In the mirror she saw no recognition,no resonating desire of critical opinion.Only a veteran of substantial painwith a detachment of emotions...lost e..
WaitingThe desire of my spiritbeckons your touch,your kiss,Lips parting frompure madness,diluting theintoxication of lustyet not withholdingthe intens..