I returned to him. I always did. A toxic and intoxicating love. I shiver now; thinking of how he’d bend me over and slap my bottom until it was as red as Father… Continue reading
She woke; now a ghost Unseen. Floating. Snickering I’ll visit my ex (Photo from depositphotos.com)
We fly through night skies Handful of sugary stars I feed Pegasus *Spectacular photo from FlyTrapMan
Rain from rumbling clouds Hurtled from heaven, pelted The fallen angels *Stunning Photo from Francis of Qhapaq -The Grigori were a group of fallen angels who mated with mortal women.
Twirling and dancing Last celebration as death Claims the falling leaves (Photo from depositphotos.com)
Angel in the light When darkness falls, a demon Writhing in his bed (Photo from istockphotos.com)