Sweet Sherri

Waking up i roll to touch your soft skin and all i find is a cold space grumbling i get out of our bed to walk to the bathroom turning on the water i stand there shivering the cold air circles my body not even the aftermath of us makin

The Hunt

Putting the finishing touches on my lips i stand back from the mirror without really seeing i know that im pleased with what they will see,there illusions shall be,there fantasy’s meet and my deep burning hunger will be satisfied before the dawns lig