The feminine pen

the feminine pen, driven by emotion never rests for an idle moment of thought, just sensibility that only my feminity could write so simply

Daughter of the moon

Daughter of the moon, caressed hills and valleys are fleeting until empty guilt finds you laying your head on his chest; her hand was warm and soft, he kissed her eyelids, searching for a connection now his passion had ebbed; even the darkness cannot hide the fact they are strangers; she was seeking love, his…

Original sin revisited

In the afterlife mystics nebulous, supernatural spiritual female souls search sacraments, internalising blame. Penitent pawns gesture, curious priests castigating celestial glory, communicating with angels tempted by women’s receptivity, exciting his lust.