Incense of us
The way you sway and muslin cling on hips is sweet, infatuating inducing incubus insanity Come love succumb to me! Come succubus! In sense of scent (not innocent) we’re more […]
The way you sway and muslin cling on hips is sweet, infatuating inducing incubus insanity Come love succumb to me! Come succubus! In sense of scent (not innocent) we’re more […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.