Her sweet, pitted fruits swing low for gentle hands to grab that nurtures life with a nectar and bleeds for the minds of her kind.   willed by her sceptre now is the time for lips, fastened by The Other, to sing again.   In the shadows her roots delve deep to steady a crown … Continue reading Queendom


It's the little things. It really is. It's a drop of hot water on the side of a mug, to a violent mass of rain against a window. It's sleeping when tired fucking when horny loving when full reading when inquisitive. It's having the time to watch bubbles burst or run your fingers through fresh … Continue reading Petite