Your nighttime smoky-voiced Poem Mistress of the Blogwaves. I know your question: no, I’m not the same Delilah from the famous Pointer Sisters song. Anyway, I realize my Nighttime Demographic switches to a slightly saucier crowd, which is a good thing because so does my mood! 😈
I try to flip some spicy poems your way once the Werewolves emerge into the Inky Opaque.
Sadly, my sauce is decidedly bland tonight. Tomorrow night I’ll send my mind back down into the gutter (it’s well-acquainted with the route), and we should be back into Full-On habañero, kimchi, and Vindaloo in no time! 🌶🌶