I'm at the point, now, where I'm fairly satisfied with what my profile states. I've tweaked here and there but, all in all, my view point hasn't changed much since I rewrote it over a year ago.

I'm still a princess. I still don't like drama, complications, egotistical morons, or those with no intelligence. I still have the same basic standards and I still seek that one semi-perfect individual that meets, even exceeds, my requirements for a fulfilling partnership. Though, I do not seek actively. I won't go to you anymore seeking something that wasn't offered. You will have to come to me from this point out. I have no need for desperation and I've learned quite well that I can afford to be as picky as I please. Why?

Because I am wanted. I am needed. I am a rare find and I am absolutely irreplaceable. I have so much to offer to the right person. That person has to want it badly enough to give me an offer that I cannot refuse. Because, right now, I can refuse anything and everything placed before me. I have no reason to give myself over completely to anyone.

Give me a reason. Show me that my efforts mean something to you. I, like so many others in this lifestyle, make the CHOICE to become bound to someone in all aspects of life. It IS a choice and not one that I'll ever make lightly. This right is earned, not given freely. YOU must prove that you are as deserving as you claim to be. Prove that once and for all, claim me, and I will never doubt your sincerity nor question your authority.

You, none of you, know me enough or at all to claim you have a right to what I offer. You have what I give you. You're initial interactions with me will determine how much I give you, if anything at all. Friendship. Servitude. Absolute Devotion. Make that decision wisely ~ which do you truly want from me? You only get one chance.

To quote from The Libertine ~~~~>

"Speak to me of abduction...."

I am moving back to FL, temporarily, and will keep those of you informed on a regular basis. Welcome me home, TPA..... Cry for me, MI.

∞Non∞

Rustic as an ancient forest

on a winter's eve, he takes my

breath away with a heart of fire

beating me senselessly into love with this

young elvish prince of night's rhythm.

wearing me down with this

haunting memory of me as a

youth enchanted by this rougue

My muse, I ache for some

understanding. Why do you make me

stand here alone and in

tears? Why do you hate me so?

Yesterday, it was you and I, bent

on a passion that could certainly

unearth the dead from slumber.

Have we nothing left between

us that you would make me

run in fear? Why do you

turn your back on my pleas?

Might I once again bask in the

enchantment you held over me?

A moment, if you will. Clear your mind of everything but what you read here. Nothing else matters at this moment.

Imagine a dim and crowded room. The lights flash, here and there, and erotic music thrums through every part of you, making lower things tight with each vibration. See me? I'm across the room... Watching. Waiting. Thinking thoughts too vile to place in physical form. And every one of them is for you. Am I making you squirm? Feel that shiver down your spine, the tingling in your chest as your heart throbs faster? Breathe now, I haven't touched you yet. Though you know I will, you feel it in those unreachable places. You want me to touch them, bring your desire and your need just barely to the surface. What is your fantasy? Tell me and you may have it. I speak not of those things saved for make-believe and child's play.

What. Is. Your. Desire.

 I want to know. I want you to take that desire and fulfill every sick, twisted, horrid thought that has ever crossed your mind. You will never use me, mayhaps, but I will make you think you can.