She can change her mind
like the weather, which is true...

Plagued torment burrows
deep within mirrored...

Prepare yourselves
Recent news has revealed that...

A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...

Drenched in a swathe of salacious satin.
She unwraps her furtive confectionery...

I am
baffled by addiction...

from rafters
a rope stretches its back...

odds used as live bait
morsels for bread and butter...

Saturday night upon me again,
its time to tackle the lions den...

Today marks one hundred years
ago the first world war came to an end...

At times I feel you are here, as I write
like you are breathing from the page...

Beneath the stars, you lay with me
and whisper swirls, of empathy...