“He Spoke before I Dreamed of Him.” He appeared in the quiet part of the day. Where the hum of obligation softens, and the soul goes...

An intimate confession from the back of the throat— where silence speak louder than love ever did. I Peeled myself open In the quiet so,...

A Father’s Day offering inked in reverence and shadow To the men who stay — Who hold tiny feet against broad chests And breathe in the...

The confession... Two poems. Two bodies. One surrender.

She whispered power from between her thighs— and he answered, breathless, broken, willing. “Dominion Between Thighs” is the initiation.