I cling tightly to you as our lips collide in a sweet, harmonious symphony of seduction.
Huntress stalks the night, ensnaring prey.
Ink strikes blank paper, Weaving words into whimsy Infinite stories
Glitter and Grime
At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
The Warmth of Your Hands
I still remember the warmth of your gentle hands as they intertwined with mine.