I think every girl likes a bad boy at some point in their lives, no matter how fleeting the phase may be.

We all love but why can anyone say.

A poem, reflecting my childhood.

Lust and gain from pain.

A sad poem.

A story about the light at the end of a passion and emotion filled conflict between two opposing humans.

A poem of Abuse.

Don’t blame me.

My erotic tale of the mystery woman who was at the DMV.

The reign of Henry Tudor and his six wives has fascinated me since I learnt about it at school. His treatment of his first wife Catherine was terrible.