Sinful Sunday

Beyond the window, up on the road, I can see the shadowy figures of people hurry past. Can they see my silhouette through the glass or is the light outside …

“The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in …

“How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.” ~ Claude Debussy

Whenever I don’t know what picture to post for Sinful Sunday I tend to turn to @domsigns for his opinion. This will nearly always result in him saying, “Show me …

I am a Spring born baby, so much so that my grandmother wanted to name me Primrose because I was born on Primrose day. Maybe that explains why I have …

Spring has finally and most definitely sprung here in the UK. The sky is that little bit bluer, the sun is that little bit warmer, the need for layers and …

At your feet I find definitions of myself

Just a little bit of me A slice Not quite all Just enough for you to see A little bit of me

Shape and form Curves and dips To be explored With fingertips Shadow and silhouette Dark and light You and me This perfect night Twist and hurt Rip and tear Hold …

Being his Lolita…

For no other reason than because I love me a pair of socks…

Feed me, I am hungry, for a taste of you….

Victory will be yours but not without a fight…

“White covers a multitude of sins.” — Jonathan Milne

Once upon a time in a woodland far away…