I write because I read. I read because I write.
Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme* Your staring wide grinning eyes consume the beauty I behold. From my face to my toes you gaze as if I’m a shining gold. Words will be futile, ‘cause your malicious gape speak for itself. Dark dreamy, steamy scenes your mind creates, I can see myself. Stop!… Continue reading Woman’s Worth: A Cinq Trois Deca La Rhyme*
I thought last night is a lucky night. I was able to finally get a bus seat for that one-hour ride bound home. That seldom happens because usually, buses are full and I have no choice but to endure that one-hour ride, standing. As I start reading Everything, Everything, a man sit on my side. As… Continue reading WRITING 101: GENTLEMEN, no more?
A Reading Writer 