Do I Exist?

X-Rated wonders like parties, Drugs, Clubs, Sex really isn't my forte. Nor lust, Regardless of my inner temptations. When I strip Her down in my mind, All I'm doing is picking apart her own. Getting to know what her kinks are, As well as what makes her toes tap in neverending joy. But, As the... Continue Reading →

A Ripped Note

Flow melodious. Copious amounts of words stitched with loneliness. Showing you two ways to live, Morpheus-like. Either indulge in pleasure forever demonized by Dorian's Plight, Or paint scenes of Love and Truce with yourself... No longer blindsighted by trauma jotted in scars plotted and fold those hands dealt...

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