I am a garden of dark passions and intense sensual desires that transcend the overtly promiscuity of false sexuality portrayed as love in modern media culture. My loins are stirred with an ancient tectonic yearning and a biological force that is as impossible as a magnetic field and as incomprehensible as the instincts of a black panther. My wings span across the history of carnal consumption and envelope the trembling novices who only dare to touch the surface of my feelings. Incense and perfumes linger in my pores and I gather lace and leather and ribbons and mesh netting to create a multitude of corsets to hold my waist and create my hourglass form which so perfectly allows me to represent the sands of time and my feminine mystique.

Darling to not be jealous of the lower life forms who covet my physical body in all her voluptuous and firm truths. They know not what they worship and have created a fever out of the most natural innocence. The leather and lace armed with copper and glass beads are a show that wires like fireworks outwards into the night. As peacocks and birds of paradise lure their mates with dazzling dances so to does my Gothic spirit lure my prey into a web of my poison and as I slowly undress to reveal what jewels I have hidden you will understand this wrapping barely achieves a justice to my inner beauty.

Devotion and destiny are entwined in my lingerie that is black or red and always sheer and sacred to our love and our expression of passion and unique experience. I am the eclipse of the moon and the measure of the sparkle of all the feminine sexuality in the hidden boudoir of this Gothic princess.