Dangling Bitten, stunned, paralyzed by desire so intoxicating… Where are you? Come back and consume me, for I go willingly. The winds grow chilly. Please don’t leave me … dangling. Cheryl Kp copyright 2016 Advertisements Continue reading Dangling/photography
Fireann leaned in and wrapped her in his arms, his strength allowing her to be vulnerable for a moment, as both of them found comfort in something familiar and warm. He pulled her close to him and covered her hot head in soft kisses, digging his fingers into her thick, damp locks. Continue reading This Dark Madness/Forever Never
Would that I, when faced with leaving
where once my face shone
more brightly than the eyes
of heaven…. Continue reading Beauty in Dying….