Cling

I cling tightly to you as our lips collide in a sweet, harmonious symphony of seduction.

Huntress

Huntress stalks the night, ensnaring prey.

Weaving Infinity

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.