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At dusk, I bathe Myself

from head to toe in liquid latex.

The cool liquid clinging

like a glove against My recalescent skin.

Only visible, are My eyes,

ablaze, from the fire that burns within.

I gather my bag and fill it

with secret novelties to restrict and silence you,

I’ve studied your entire cave,

inside, outside, every nook and cranny.

In quiet sleek movements

I tread lightly on My padded paws,

lynx like, down the paved streets, towards you.

I’ve told you of My aphotic fantasy,

you wonder if this is the foretold night.

However, in your uneasy sleep,

you do not hear

the strong and agile Hunter

make her way towards you.

you have something I want

its no secret that I will have My way.

In silence, I edge so close, that

I’m almost inside of you.

With one swift movement

I bind your hands behind you.

your protests useless,

as my hand covers your mouth,

then tape, wrapped several times,

stops your nonsense.

Before  you can blink,

My hands around your neck,

I force My breath into you,

until My breath is yours.

This Burglaratix is going to take

what she came for now.

Lie perfectly still my sweet,

many can only fantasize of such dark




Posted: June 11, 2015 in Poetry



Taps on the glass asked,
Wouldn’t I like to be one with the rain.
So I slip,
A naked newborn to the grass,
Nowhere to be.


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Fairy Like Butterfly

The dark power of Me in your space, will unnerve you

you sense, as I capture you with My predacious amber colored eyes,

that there is no escape.

One leap of My strong, silken mass, will unhinge a fear in you.

victimized, you sit perfectly still.

your fear scent arouses this feral cat.

but before I bludgeon you with one stroke of My clawed paws,

and carry your carcass up a tree to feast on you in peace,

I change Myself into a tiny white butterfly, and flutter about

your shaken, and near bloody body, bringing a lightness

to your anguished soul, and life to your almost dead eyes.

For your sake, I hope that you don’t think to capture Me

and attempt to put Me in a exhibit box.

My body inhabits any animal, that is necessary for

My survival.

I will not hesitate.



A woman, who with time, still puts forth the effort

A accumulation of experiences, both good and bad

One who has forged her own path, of courage and conviction

A passionate one, who lives her life with gusto and swag,

moving forward, in a fluid dance, leaving old shoes to small for her

now, behind.

A potent elixir,  a type of beauty that flows deep within the veins.

A woman worth her weight in gold,

The Exalted One.