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.