Writing

My, how she dances. My, how she sways- The mistress in my head. Oh, how she tempts me. Oh, how she plays On my most animal instincts. She d..

Rhoswen heads into the city to stand up to Silvan.

I’d known of the cave beneath the cliffFor a year, or maybe more,And I’d often said to Jill, ‘What if…’But we’d n..

The poem is based on poet's love whom he always wishes from God and at last his wish is granted.

Safety is ensured when the dashing feline is guarding an entrance.

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