I am a Huntress, softly laying a trail of breadcrumbs through My forest of seduction, My arrow aimed and ready. I am the collector of lost boys, and you’ve felt lost for so long haven’t you. Forever searching for a feeling that you cannot put into language. But I can. I know what you feel, and hearing it said so accurately, so precisely, is a gift in itself. My words are whispered lullabies that calm the raging hurricanes of your inner world. I feed that place of desire, so ravenous and maddened from being starved of its needs for so long. I write seductive sonnets to your yearning heart, b... Show more