Gesture

A blinking eye echoes its stormy tear, Through the landscape of your mind. Falling in the shadowed shades of discontent; puddles if it is left behind. Growing in a chaotic crescendo clashing, Unavoidably… splashing. Until…it is all but swept away by a single… Gesture.

Confessions of a New Age Nympho

My name is Blaze. Some would say that I am a sexual deviant. They speak the truth…for my interest in sexuality is anything but normal. By that I mean that I enjoy the physical aspect of sex. The down and dirty sexual activities that give me “pleasure”. The toys…the pain…the control. The difference between me […]