Don’t read this one, Mom…

Hellfire, frightful desire; The night is my confidant, And you are my delicious muse. Your wicked stare burns through me like the lick of a whip, As whispers of ecstacy from the grave carry my name. I’ll taunt your fantasies and haunt your dreams, Turning your nightmares into my dark pleasure playground. Your hands uponContinue reading “Don’t read this one, Mom…”