Twisted tongue sealed shut by truth

How soothing the sight of an untied noose

Her fears feared her

Neared her

Complimenting her darkest thoughts

Her blood within clots

She was never phased

Sometimes praised

But raised

A disgrace

With age

She's safe

Or is she?

Can't you see?

Her light behind her eyes is an empty hallway

Her lips mouth come this way

Her soul lays within bitter and cold

She never thought she'd get this old

Her youth is enticing

Her personality invigorating

You never felt a woman like her before

You crave her to open the door

However her life is not set

Better yet

She is only a memorizing masterpiece

Made at the Devils feast

He carved her up and sewed her tight

Making sure she only lived at night

Her eyes never tire

Her soul cannot expire

But if she comes into your life once or twice

Understand it is with the devil you are rolling the dice...

Love,

You want to know about me love?

I'm a screamer...

I am a walking paradox to say the least, which side of me you get depends on what you are looking for. I am a switch and I live and breathe the BDSM lifestyle, but I can say I've never used it.

My passions are dancing and writing. I love loud music and back roads, anal, chains, whips, pain, etc. My favorite colors are black and red for a reason.

I am what they call a riot, one that you'll never forget.

If you want to find out more you'll just have to view my stream then won't you? I mean if you dare.