The Vampire Prom

Sonnet CXXVIII How oft when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap, To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips which should that …

Fun with Duchess

Sometimes we all need to do something fun, so when the lovely Ms. Duchess Flux asked if I’d be interested in doing a joint blog, I screamed YES YES and again YES.  When I arrived to her studio, I saw stripper poles and a burlesque scene and was asked if I had anything “racy” to …