by the Priestess of Her Own Becoming She is not ink, but intention etched in stardust. Not design, but desire wrapped in velvet silence....

A touch of gold in every glance, Her essence flows in timeless dance. With magic spun from moonlit skies, And Venus stardust in her eyes....

I return to you the mask you bestowed, unveiling the desires you once concealed, now stirred to life— a smoldering flame of awakening. I...

In the depths of my heart, memories flow There's a whisper of love that refuses to go Through trials and tests, and the truths we've...

Life's been full of sense-less meaning where nothing's ever really made sense now with awakened primal urges I find meaning in sensual...

Dripping, melting, flowing, tumultuous longing of release. Illuminated explorations, that knows no bounds. Unencumbered within, your soul...

It's primal, animalistic. It's this aching, torturous, beckoning of physical heights that I want to reach. To delve into this mans very...

I feel a fire blazing inside of me I can't keep holding back it's burning to break free. Drench me with water to quench this aching...

Out of the ethers of an obscured void, came beckoning echoes of ecstasies ploy. Magnetic coercion cast my gaze on you, submitting my...