In my secret place under the deep desert sky

Journaling under Arizona's black desert sky,

shooting stars bling me to an orgasmic high.

Recording the sparkling, yet natural beauty of nature from afar.

Playing, relating and flirting with words in the dark.

I confide in my favorite pink and black Molesk in.

When finished, I store it with others I've collected my deepest secrets in.

At moments like this, I feel intensely alive.

Having this routine may seem bland but it gives me butterflies.

I am an east coast "White Christmas" kind of girl by birth.

This explains why I am able to value the novelty of the deserts worth.

I long for the day that my collection of moleskins take over, claiming all of my space for their storage.

That's when I'll draw myself a mansion to continue the game of unraveling my words to release all of my private urges.

For my sexual fantasies, I write in bursts of flaming red.

Getting lost alone as the flesh in between my thighs heat up,

thirsting for release once again.

Not a soul within vision, I'm able to passionately let go.

My breaths deepen as I become paralyzed while I explode.

I never give myself time to feel the dreaded version of alone.

Instead I look forward to it in order to nourish my body, mind and soul.

Having the ability to appreciate the simple things in life,

gives me the power to resonate my thoughts without the fright.